A spot of tea on a Sunday morning on the path least traveled

Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..

(No nominations please, just sharing thoughts while exploring life 🙂 ).

“Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.”
― Dr. Seuss

“If you love someone, set them free. If they come back they’re yours; if they don’t, they never were.” Richard Bach

“If you don’t know where you’re going, you may miss it when you get there”
― Kathleen Long, Chasing Rainbows

“Did I offer peace today? Did I bring a smile to someone’s face? Did I say words of healing? Did I let go of my anger and resentment? Did I forgive? Did I love? These are the real questions…. I must trust that the little bit of love that I sow now will bear many fruits, here in this world and the life to come.” Henri Nouwen

Hello Diary,

A Sunday morning starting out quiet, may see some storms later…. sitting here with a spot of tea, thought I would share some thoughts….woke up to some not so busy skies this morning, but “red “ skies… 🙂

Also a quiet view of the not so secret garden as the sun was rising.. (Unfortunately a bit of drizzle at the moment..) 🙂

A new ground feeder a work in progress, hence the bricks lying on the ground.. and today, like everyday, I take some time to stop the world and get off, to relax for a brief period in history, let the mind reboot, to meditate…. and one way I do that is color ( I know I have mentioned it before)… and here is my latest masterpiece… 🙂

This is not color-by-number, one has to use ones imagination, as can be seen by my next challenge… 🙂

I use colored pencils, not crayons.. so, I pick a time (no routine,, usually afternoon or evening) grab the pencils and with a spot of tea (or wine), turn on some soft, relaxing music, and meditate while shutting out the rest of the world for a time, a moment in history…at peace with myself and the universe…

On Sunday mornings, while all is quiet I set, while gazing at my not-so-secret-garden (all the while listening to quiet, relaxing music) and contemplate my dreams, my wants and wishes, leaving the other world behind for a short time in history…I penned some thoughts that I will share…

A Quiet Sunday Morning…

A quiet Sunday morning to wake up to
Sitting, gazing out, with a spot of tea,
Contemplating my tomorrows
Wondering, what will the future be.

A quiet Sunday morning, sun shining
Thinking about the path, its mysteries many fold,
Each to explore and treasure
Soon a treasured memory to behold.

A quiet Sunday morning, birds chirping
Another day to learn and explore about me.
It is my life.. only get one chance
Will have to do it my way.. don’t you see.

A quiet Sunday morning, being different
Reminding me of words from a song,
Where do I fit in, one asks
One wonders, where do I belong.

A quiet Sunday morning, on the path
At the end of it, on the horizon, a lovely rainbow,
It is there my answers lie… the truth is known
Until then, only Fate will know.

A quiet Sunday morning, spirit and mind at the ready
To seek the rainbow… perhaps around the next bend,
Once found, I’ll have my answers, you see
And that will be the beginning, not the end.
 
                           (Penned by Larry “Dutch” Woller 7/9/2012)

Speaking of the rainbow, I had better close and venture down the path least traveled and see if I can find my rainbow, not interested in gold as dreams are more valuable than gold… 🙂 but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…

And on a Sunday with one eyes on the horizon and dreams in ones heart, one does not walk through the not-so-secret-garden, one waltzes and there are only one waltz that qualifies, right Andre Rieu…. 🙂