VISTAS: An awareness of a range of time, events, or subjects. A broad Mental View.
June 3

Send out caring thoughts,
On gentle, healing wings:
To reach around the world,
For thoughts are living things.

Send thoughts to those in sorrow;
Those in sickness and despair;
Like the ripples in a pond,
Thoughts spread everywhere.

Send thoughts of love and healing,
To each far distant shore,
And pray for all the nations
To be at peace once more.

From loving thoughts you send
Many miracles are wrought,
So never underestimate
The power of your thought.

- ©Marian Jones -


"Who is a God like unto thee, that pardoneth iniquity, and passeth by the transgression of the remnant of his heritage? he retaineth not his anger for ever, because he delighteth in mercy. He will turn again, he will have compassion upon us; he will subdue our iniquities; and thou wilt cast all their sins into the depths of the sea."
- Micah 7:18 -


"Be the change that you want to see in the world."
- Gandhi -


"The spirit of the Lord GOD is upon me; because the LORD hath anointed me to preach good tidings unto the meek; he hath sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives, and the opening of the prison to them that are bound."
- Isaiah 61:1 -


held within the palm
the ability to weather the calm

generalized observations abound
in depth studies unfound


I don't understand why my need to be a real person is so hard for some to understand. Why can't the one that my heart cries for see how much I want to see those eyes or hear that voice. Why is it hard to understand that the internet does not make things real, it makes me feel as though I'm a machine that can be shut off and on a whim or at will.

I want to be someone real, someone who is touched, someone who is seen, someone who is heard, someone that is. It makes me so sad to know that even with love it is not enough to be.


At times I feel as though I live in a doll house. The walls of the house so small, so suffocating I literally choke on the air that surrounds me. I feel as though I am taken out during the week to be toyed with and played with for 9 hours a day and then safely tucked away back in my doll house until the next morning.

Who are the children that play with the broken doll in the little brown doll house, the bill collectors, the lights, the gas, the phone, the rent, the car and insurance. The water, the sewer, the trash. The grandparents of my nieces and nephews take their turn as well twice a week we play paper Barbie. Then again when done with discarded to some forgotten corner of the mind until it's time to be played with again.

I am so lost right now. So confused. so empty


Divorced is such an awful word, one I did not want, nor a title I am honored to carry. He betrayed our marriage, he took his love away, presented it another, but yet I am branded for his indiscretions, his deceit, and his lies. Life is so often unfair.


Will you come to read my words again today? It's been a week since your last visit. What are you looking for hints of him within my mind? Yes he is here, but so are others. Who is the you I speak of, you may ask, but you shall never know, for the thoughts that are with in myself are mine and mine alone. Try not to think my thoughts for me, for you will be wrong.

Use the words to realize your own thoughts, to fill your own void, but please do not say my words are yours, or try to make them more or less than they are. Do I think of him? Do you care? Who is him? I wonder, as should you.


tinkle, jingle, tinkle
that is what I hear as I move about from place to place

the bells that wrap around my ankle
reminds me I am here
jingle, tinkle, jingle


Ask advice only of your equals. - Danish Proverb -