VISTAS: An awareness of a range of time, events, or subjects. A broad Mental View.
December 9

There are two ways to look at life. One is as though nothing is a miracle; the other is as though everything is.
- Albert Einstein -


Well for some reason I’m not connecting fast at all, I don’t know if it’s my isp or if it’s the phone company or if it’s my puter, or if it’s just a sign that I shouldn’t be spending that much time on here, but it sure is frustrating. I’m thinking maybe it’s the amount of snow out there causing some troubles, heck who knows.


"Humble yourselves therefore under the mighty hand of God, that he may exalt you in due time: Casting all your care upon him; for he careth for you."
- 1 Peter 5:6 -


deep in the darkness of the night when the moon is bright and the spirit is filled with memories, what can one but do carrying the thoughts into my dreams where reality and fantasy become true and the love I once found in you


I'm so tired but yet sleep evades me, when I lay down to sleep my mind mixes with so many thoughts sleep is impossible, things that need done at work, things that need done here on the web, things that can't be said, things that I feel and the hopelessness I feel


I wonder where life, love and living intermix with one another. It seems as though for life to be, we must find love, and not just any love but one that will never betray, and one that is enduring and without doubts, but yet to find such must we give up living to be the one that only love can make us.


I wonder where the people have gone?
All of those I once knew
All of those I once talked too
I wonder where they have all gone?


I try to be the best, I try to do what pleases, I try to see the sunshine in every rainy day, I try to make him happy, I try so hard, but yet I fail so often.


The dream came as I slept
so sweet I could have wept

Standing, facing one another
he took my hand in his
placed the other at my waist

The music came from nowhere
a soft haunting melody
our feet moved in a perfect beat

My head came to rest upon his solid chest
his heart matching the beauty of the tune
My eyes closed

Feeling alone only one onto another
did our being seem
tranquil solitude cloaked in love


It came without ribbons, it came without tags, it came without packages, boxes, or bags. Christmas can't be bought from a store... Maybe Christmas means a little bit more?
- Dr.Seuss -