VISTAS: An awareness of a range of time, events, or subjects. A broad Mental View.
July 1

Bless My Computer
Dear Lord,

Every single evening
As I'm lying here in bed,
This tiny little Prayer
Keeps running through my head.

God bless all my family
Wherever they may be,
Keep them warm and safe from harm
For they're so close to me.

And God, there is one more thing
I wish that You could do,
Hope you don't mind me asking
Please bless my computer, too.

Now I know that it's unusual
To Bless a motherboard,
But listen just a second
While I explain it to You, Lord.

You see that little metal box
Holds more than odds and ends,
Inside those small compartments
Rest so many of my friends.

I know so much about them
By the kindness that they give,
And this little scrap of metal
Takes me in to where they live.

By faith is how I know them
Much the same as You,
We share in what life brings us
And from that our friendships grew.

Please take an extra minute
From your duties up above,
To bless those in my address book
That's filled with so much love.

Wherever else this prayer may reach
To each and every friend,
Bless each e-mail inbox
And each person who hits send.

When you update Your Heavenly list
On your own CD-ROM,
Bless everyone who says this prayer
Sent up to

Author Unknown


I'm pondering flowers from the box
Or the waves from the visit to San Diego

pink or blue? green or maybe peach?
soft hues or bold?

I'm pondering and likely will do it all before it's done.
the key is to make it easy to change it all with just a flip of the mouse and a few key strokes.

The only certain is, it must be pleasing to me.


“Put your heart, mind, intellect, and soul even to your smallest acts. This is the secret of success.”
- Swami Sivananda Saraswati -


for some stupid reason tonight I wanted someone to hear my tears, to hold me in their arms and reassure me things would be okay, to tell me that I'm not the bad person people make me feel like I am. For some reason tonight after all this time alone I needed someone and no one was here. and I know there never will be.


the first of July and only a few more days left until we leave.


sometimes in ones dreams you see how you'd like things to be and you forget how they are for only that moment in time and this is a good thing, it gives one something to work towards, something to be and something to desire.


I want to be a good person
I want to be loved as well
I want something to dream about
I want happiness
I want to share my life forever
I want so much

Is it too much?


spinning, swirling as though a whirlpool,
emotions, fill me,

Love, laughter, joy and hope for unknown reasons tomorrow looks brighter
I look forward to the new day
Once again


Watching the morning sun rise over the crest of a wooded hill,
pale and darken violets, lavenders and purple
Darkness was splintered by the brilliance of orange
hope rising from the crest,
A misty fog clung low to the ground,
giving the air a sense of mystery and intrigue
Asking, Oh what this new day may bring.


An inspiration comes in the strangest of forms
a word, a laugh, a tear

Little things mean a lot
but are often times lost in the big picture

Why are we made to feel insignificant when we are not
We are more than a number, I'm real


A bore is a man who, when you ask him how he is, tells you.
- Bert Leston Taylor -