VISTAS: An awareness of a range of time, events, or subjects. A broad Mental View.
September 18

The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything;

They just make the most of everything that comes along their way.


I think this week is going to be crazy I have so much to get done at work and it seems not enough hours to get it done, oh well at least it won't get boring that way. I think everyone and their brother was painting today, this is good.


A melody of harmony
A song of joy and peace
A lyric of the heart
Comes together with a new start


the midnight hours has just past and I find myself staring up at the picture, the note taken from the jar of dreams. the words written so long ago, and I wonder if any of those feelings are still there


direction we each need one, and often I ponder the thought of what if my direction would have been changed, altered or never was as it was what or who would I be at this time and place in my life? If I had never loved, and had never lost, and had never felt, and had never given, what would I be?

My thought to ponder today


within the spirit of the soul resides an inner self that is yet to be revealed and brought forth. within this spirit is more than the silence and the presence of mind can comprehend, for within the spirit is the being of who we are.


the softness of the sheets
when two souls meet
wings upon a heartbeat


when I am
You are there
when I am
You are inside
when I am
You are a part of me


I wonder why money becomes so much more important than people. It really is sad that we don't take a few minutes out of our busy lives to say a kind word or inquire about ones health. It should not be a hardship to be kind or generous with our words or our feelings. But so often the dollar stands in the way and prevents the insight to see what really is taking place within our world.


The red red rose of summer. fades to crumbled dust
leaving behind the seeds
The beauty seems lost
When the icy cold of winter kisses the seed
Causing it to bloom in the spring

It reminds me that a touch a word
can cause love to blossom in ones heart
and with tender care
and a gentle touch it can be a beautiful as the
Red Red Rose of Summer


Live out of your imagination, not your history.
- Stephen R. Covey -