VISTAS: An awareness of a range of time, events, or subjects. A broad Mental View.
March 31

"The days are too short even for love; how can there be enough time for quarreling?"
- Margaret Gatty -


"For what is a man profited, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul? or what shall a man give in exchange for his soul?"
- Matthew 16:26 -


"One of God's arrangements is that after winter there should come beautiful spring days. It happens every year and it happens in every life."
- Father Joseph -


I can feel within my body the mood changing the sort of weight that creeps into the soul from time to time, as though the darkness is approaching and retreat into that darkness seems to be the only recourse, tears to cleanse, sleep to restore, and hopefully come the morning the light will shine once again.


there are times I wished I could reach inside and express the emotions I feel, all the thoughts that run together throughout the day. There are times I could banish thoughts that no matter how I struggle with them I cannot, they are open roads leading to no where but yet they call my mind to them. If only I could find the answers to the ones that seemed to have ended with no reason or cause. No verbalization to their finality.


they ran across the yard looking for eggs
not the children but the adults
the site was comical and laughter rang throughout the house


Truth is the only safe ground to stand on.
- Elizabeth Cady Stanton -


The strictest law sometimes becomes the severest injustice.
- Benjamin Franklin -


A weariness, of time
where sleep brings no rest
and fatigue claims the spirit

Sunshine in the morning
brings darkness in the night
and the mind


Wondering why doing the right is wrong
if it is so right, why does it hurt so bad
Wondering if the words they speak are for others or them
who does it heal
Why such a troubled soul, and who's
Tears cleanse, as they wash away the sorrow or the joy
is there a difference, in this indifferent world
We can scream, we can hide
Is there a difference, does anyone care?

The witch has beckoned, ripping at the raw and bleeding flesh, not allowing the wounds to heal. If she could still her mouth and stop her spells, the healing would run it's own course, but no she can not, will not allow that to happen, for the failure can not be hers. In all her incantations she has yet to learn that forgiveness comes from within. With each new spell she rants she drives him further away, bringing him closer to me.

Maybe and quite possibly this is what she wants, to drive us over the edge, to cause the blame to be ours, for the witch is devious, she plots and she plans, but not knowing the facts or facing the truth, she shall fail. It will all be in vain. And I shall laugh when he calls my name.

As the witch lies in her own made bed of thistles and thorns, I shall sleep peacefully upon my down filled mattress, dreaming of what she could of had. but so graciously gave away. I shall know the splendor and the joy that only love can gain. And the witch will feel only the pain.


Money is a terrible master but an excellent servant.
- Phineas Taylor Barnum -