VISTAS: An awareness of a range of time, events, or subjects. A broad Mental View.
May 10

If I could be the postman
For just one single time,
I'd choose to carry Valentines
So lovely and so fine.
I would not mind the heavy load,
Or mind my tired feet.
If I could scatter happiness
All up and down the street.
~ Author Unknown ~


"One day in retrospect the years of struggle will strike you as the most beautiful."
- Sigmund Freud -


"Failure is only postponed success as long as courage "coaches" ambition. The habit of persistence is the habit of victory."
- Herbert Kaufman -


"If any of you lack wisdom, let him ask of God, that giveth to all men liberally, and upbraideth not; and it shall be given him."
- James 1:5 -


another wasted Saturday
spent doing nothing of value or worth.
just existing in my world of silence


We talked about this and that and nothing at all, but yet just the chatter was all that I needed to know that there is some special person in my life who cares about me and that is what I needed. Thank you


Have you ever slept so hard that even upon waking your mind was still asleep, and somewhere during the day it wakes up and you wonder what or how you have been doing the things you have done the past few hours, today is such a day, with the exception of my mind not seeming to want to wake. It is as though I am a pre-programmed machine and I'm running on auto pilot through the day. Maybe I should sleep on this thought and ponder it until an answer comes.


There was no life in me this day



lots of thoughts rolling through my mind as of late. Something that has been kind of haunting me is of a man looking at his newborn child, the awe, the wonder of it all. Instant love, belonging, and sorrow all rolled into one.

I think men and women perceive things so differently just so that we may have some sort of balance in life.

In my minds eye, the new father looks upon the child much differently than the mother who just delivered it into it's father's hands.

I wonder if I am right or wrong?


She held the infant in shaking hands
gazed upon it with fear and awe
so fragile and precious

She added a band-aid to a scraped knee
watching for the tears to dry
so innocent and unsoiled

She whipped the bare bottom
feeling and cursing the pain
so much love and grief

She consoled the crying soul in tender arms
hoping and praying for comfort to come
so lost and misguided

She stood helpless upon shaking legs
crying for all that she'd missed
so empty and alone

Happy Mother's Day


Make hunger thy sauce, as a medicine for health.
- Thomas Tusser -