VISTAS: An awareness of a range of time, events, or subjects. A broad Mental View.
May 16

"Aerodynamically the bumblebee shouldn't be able to fly, but the bumblebee doesn't know that so it goes on flying anyway."
- Mary Kay Ash -


"Concentrate all your thoughts upon the work at hand. The sun's rays do not burn until brought to a focus."
- Alexander Graham Bell -


"Man must be arched and buttressed from within, else the temple wavers to dust."
- Marcus Aurelius -


"Angels can fly because they carry no burdens."
- Eileen Elias Freeman, Author -


another weekend begins, nothing will be different.
my thoughts linger on a past memory not so distant
I want to move forward but find I can't
I ask myself why and the answer cannot be spoken


rolling along smoothly
things better than I thought
life a roller coaster of ups and downs


Inside of me the anger still rages, it has been over a year, why can I not let go, why must I cling tot he pain, the hurt and the shredding of my soul. I ask myself if he were to come back would I want him and the answer is no, there is too much water under the bridge to ever go back, but yet I still feel in my heart that when i said I do I did, and now that, that has been broken I question on rather I could ever go that path again.


No thoughts, dead inside


I say I am just me

But who is me?
I wonder if I'll ever really know. Sometimes I'm a child, everything around me is not a reality, but a game to be played, and then another. I'm the elder, older than my years, always looking back at the haunting memories of who made me, me.

Who is me?
Am I the mother my children would have chosen, if they would have had the chance? Am I just another employee at the store, working for a few cents to hand the banker each and every week?

Who is me?
Am I as cold as I feel, lonely and isolated. Am I the uncaring person, others feel that I am? I have a giving heart, and a desire to please. My thinking may not always be right, but it's not always wrong either.

Who is me?
I have a passion for life. A craving for knowledge, and a forgiving way, I see the hidden truths and the obscured beauty, even in the ugliest of things. I know I am blessed, in many things, and by being me.

Who is me?
Am I the one who looks too deeply, hides behind hidden walls, for protection from heart hurt. Am I honest with myself as I am with other. I used to always say that I'm not special, but unique, for I am me.


Life is so funny at times
We live in such beauty
Find such sorrow

When the days seem dark
never ending
the blessings shine through


Hateful to me as the gates of Hades is that man who hides one thing in his heart and speaks another.
- Homer -