VISTAS: An awareness of a range of time, events, or subjects. A broad Mental View.
August 13

Today...I wish you a day of ordinary miracles --

A fresh pot of coffee you didn't make yourself.

An unexpected phone call from an old friend.

Green stoplights on your way to work or shop.

I wish you a day of little things to rejoice in...

The fastest line at the grocery store.

A good sing along song on the radio.

Your keys right where you look.

I wish you a day of happiness and perfection -- little bite-size pieces of perfection that give you the funny feeling that the Lord is smiling on you, holding you so gently because you are someone special and rare.

I wish You a day of Peace, Happiness and Joy.

Small Girl

Created from LineArt at PSP Country School


Sometimes I want to walk away from life, go no way to no place with no one, but to just walk out of this life and into a new one, funny thing is that is totally impossible, because you will always have memories that go with you.


"Let me listen to me and not to them."
– Gertrude Stein -


another year gone
another year spent
another year went


I should work harder on my thoughts, I have letting them slip lately, it seems that the only time I can find words to write is when I lay in the dark, in an empty bed, tears in my eyes and think of the one I have no right to think about, somewhere I need to find the strength and the reason to move beyond the past.


I cried today, for no reason but to just cry,
I cried for the loneliness I feel, for alone I am
I cried for my failures, for failed I have
I cried for my soul, for empty it is
I cried for you, for life is hard and trying even in the best of times


The great man is he that does not lose his child's heart.
- Menius -


Self-reliance is the only road to true freedom, and being one's own person is its ultimate reward.
- Patricia Sampson -


Again the day comes to haunt,
drifting to the past
remembering that night
the pleas to stop
the shame and the guilt
a scar so deep it will always linger


So many years ago,
warmed by the summer sun
and a bottle of Southern Comfort

I gave a gift I only had once to give
No sweet memories to cherish
no words of Love to remember

The cool grass of the wooded spot
saying no but no way to stop
being ill afterwards

So many years ago
but yet it haunts me still
and always will


You can tell a lot about a fellow's character by his way of eating jellybeans.
- Ronald Reagan -