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

Finish each day and be done with it. Tomorrow is a new day; begin it well.
- Ralph Waldo Emerson -

Two of the most useless phrases in the English language are "what if" and "if only." We waste so much time and energy thinking about what we might have done and wishing we had acted or reacted differently. We imagine how things might have turned out "if only . . ."

All of us make mistakes. To go back and wonder and wish about our yesterdays prevents us from living fully today. Each day is a fresh chance; a new beginning. We can only squeeze what we can out of the moment and let the drops fall where they may. Some will evaporate and some will form rainbows.


Some days when I think of the things we shared and I question how false the feelings were, and what the motive really was for breaking my heart and leaving me dead inside really were.


"Never confuse a single defeat with a final defeat."
- F. Scott Fitzgerald -


"Be happy. It's one way of being wise."
- Colette -


sometimes the sweet memories can not be out ran
sometimes one cannot hide from the sneaking up on the heart
sometimes thoughts come
and sometimes no matter how hard one tries the past sneaks in
and sometimes when that happens a smile comes at the remembrance
a bittersweet feeling


Little one running
tears and laughter
smiles giggles and teasing
children are beautiful


The enemy is anybody who's going to get you killed, no matter which side he's on.
- Joseph Heller -


Remember what is unbecoming to do is also unbecoming to speak of.
- Socrates -


Rainbows in the simplest of things
Red, orange, yellow followed by blues and violets
The wooded floor is a rainbow,
if one strains hard enough they may even see the gold.
A church window
an image reflected in the rippling of a lake
all contain their own rainbows
and the treasure each one holds


Petals falling softly
fading in color
losing their last hold on life
drifting aimlessly towards the ground

Laying silently
at rest from their chore
new will replace the old
just a forgotten reminder of what once was

But by a miracle they return
starting as a small sprout
and growing to glorious splendor
until the petals fall again


Silence is a text easy to misread.
- A. A. Attanasio -