VISTAS: An awareness of a range of time, events, or subjects. A broad Mental View.
December 11

Snowman with scarf
Mouse drawn by
B. J. Carper
from tutorials at
Designs by Moonlight

If there is not joy in religion, you have got a leak in your religion.
- Billy Sunday -

Little mouse in blue overalls
Mouse drawn by
B. J. Carper
from tutorials at
PSP Country School


Whew the Colts managed to beat Jacksonville, but the last two minutes had me holding my breath, I just knew they would find a way to blow it, thankfully I was wrong. Next week will be another tough test, hopefully they will be up for the challenge. They are now 13-0 on the season

Go Horsey Go


"I make the most of all that comes and the least of all that goes."
– Sara Teasdale -


there is no joy is the season
what is the cause or reason
there is nothing to bring smiles
to many traveled miles


when one becomes no more than a word on the page, no longer a body and no longer a face, does that mean that is when you really die even if the body still moves through the minutes of each day as if there?


Sometimes we have to come to realizations that we do not want to face, or come to. sometimes we come to a crossroad in our lives and we have to decide which way to turn. I feel as though I am there at this moment in time. I realize that my life is going no where, it is at a stand still waiting on others to decide my fate and my destiny. I can love but yet I cannot put all of my tomorrows into what may be or what could be while the world spins around me.

I wonder why I have always been so slow to learn, so hard headed that I find giving up such an impossible task, but yet there are times I have had to give up and move forward and I am beginning to realize that now is the time to do so. It is painful to give up on something you love, something you only find once in a lifetime, but sometimes it is not meant to be yours, and I realize this, now if I can convince my heart of it.


with miles between the distance can grow the distance can be small but yet there is a distance and if neither will travel them then they will never be crossed


I scream within, trying to find myself in here, but I have gone somewhere and I don't know where. Is this the way I protect myself from the heartache. Is this the way I leave, before its too late?


The sky was so clear
A hundred stars sparkled
The moon in the shape of a smile
Bright and cheerful
all staring down at me


Under certain circumstances, profanity provides a relief denied even to prayer.
- Mark Twain -