VISTAS: An awareness of a range of time, events, or subjects. A broad Mental View.
June 2

Little sitting Fibbit Bear
Little Fibbit Bear
Mouse Drawn by
B. J. Carper
Tutorials from Pixel Grl

Is your heart heavy laden with anger;
are you wounded by the pierce of a word
that was spoken with thought unregarded;
are you hurt by the things that you heard?

Do the sun and its rays all elude you;
do your eyes never light in a smile?
Are you plagued with a need to get even;
are your feelings as bitter as bile?

Then it’s time to let go of emotions
that afflict your mind and your soul,
and it’s time to start mending some fences,
with forgiveness your ultimate goal.

You may think that it’s hard to accomplish,
that your pride is too great to give in,
but the one who hangs on to resentment
is the one who never will win.

For the person who is the big winner
and the person who’s learned how to live
is not one who harbors ill feelings
but the one who has learned to forgive.

~ © 2000 Ruth Gillis ~


"Man's greatest actions are performed in minor struggles. Life, misfortune, isolation, abandonment and poverty are battlefields which have their heroes - obscure heroes who are at times greater than illustrious heroes."
- Victor Hugo -


"Hope is not a dream, but a way of making dreams become reality."
- Cardinal Leon Joseph Suenens -


"If instead of a gem, or even a flower, we should cast the gift of a loving thought into the heart of a friend, that would be giving as the angels give."
- George MacDonald -


whispers in the night
shadowy dreams fade into sight
hope, faith & love shine bright
and then slip pass the light


a restless night of sleep
things kept mixing in my dreams
a long day


I am just tied of being alone, I am so lonely. Filled with problems within myself how can I ever be loved? When will I no longer need someone else in my life to ground me. I am just tired of being so alone


Where are the flowers
I did not see any
have they died as our love has
have they faded with time
are they forever lost as the us is?


It's rainy outside
So I came here to hide

Safe in the dark
Silently leaving my mark

The quiet solitude
never seems to elude

It's raining here
washing away the tears


A soft tender touch brushed my cheek
wiping the tears from my face
I looked up with grief in my eyes
to see a warm smile
Where has love gone,
why can't I feel it like before
When my mind never questioned
and I was sure
The hours inside myself
have not revealed the secrets
so lost am I
can I be found


To find yourself jilted is a blow to your pride. Do your best to forget it and if you don't succeed, at least pretend to.
- Moliere -