VISTAS: An awareness of a range of time, events, or subjects. A broad Mental View.
July 22

pot with flowers

You cannot search for happiness,
It comes from deep within;
It's not the things you purchase
Or the battles that you win.

It's counting all your blessings,
Accepting what you've got.
Not wanting more and more,
Being happy with your lot.

When you wake to greet each day
With contentment in your heart,
This will bring you much more joy
Than owning priceless works of art.

For though the things you buy
Can bring you lots of pleasure,
Being happy deep inside
Is by far the greatest treasure.
~ © Marian Jones ~


I feel as though I might be progressing with the new design, although I re-designed it once again today, and likely will several more times before I get it all redone, after looking at the same thing for so many days I get kind of sick of looking at it and find it is a time for a change. It's kind of funny I'm at the same place with the look of my kitchen, I think here in a couple of weeks when I am on vacation I will change it, I brought home some paint chips, so I could pick out what color I want it to be, but dang it's between purples, greens, yellow, reds, golds, and grays, I wonder which one I will finally pick.


We all take different paths in life,
but no matter where we go,
we take a little of each other everywhere
- Tim McGraw -


sometimes when the path is clear and there are no obstacles we forget to look where we are going, trip, stumble and fall. maybe that is what I did when I fell in love with you. maybe, just maybe


the night seems so angry, flashing lights split the blackness, and heaven's tears fall hard, a symbolic meaning of the world today and life as I live it


another journey to the northern lands of solitude and tranquil waters


in my dreams I find the peace I am searching for to make my life complete. To bad I cannot recall them when I wake


silence on the outside chaos on the the inside


The sun rises a brilliant array of oranges, yellows and white burning so deep as though seeing everything within site, and then as it rises higher, so doth the heat, and we pray for it's retreat.


I listen to a baby cry
a young mothers soothing words
a child of love
so much heartache

I feel for the child who cares for the child
for she has no knowledge of the heartache ahead
If only They would listen.
so much to learn

I remember how it was
no home, no bed, relying on the mercy of strangers
to feed and cloth
so much lost


Speech is a mirror of the soul: as a man speaks, so is he.
- Publilius Syrus -