“Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass, it’s about learning to dance in the rain” on the path least traveled….

Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..

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( “I do not do, say or write something to been seen or heard… I do, say or write something because it needed to be done, said or written…” , no nominations please, just sharing thoughts while exploring life 🙂 ).

Contemplate and Wonder…

A peaceful Friday Morning, watching the sun arise
Thoughts abound, while sipping on a spot of tea,
While taking in Nature’s outdoor portrait
Contemplating, on what Fate may have instore for me.

Change is slowly coming, it whispers in the winds
The door is slowly closing on history,
With a new awakening with the mind and spirit
But the future is still shrouded in mystery.

With the freedom of being different, in many ways
No social shackles do this mortal wear,
Do welcome change with open mind and spirit
No fear, no worry or dread do I bear.

Does change stop at mortal death, one wonders
Or does it go on forever and ever,
Will I ask the same at another time and place
Somewhere past the 12th of Never?

Will thought and spirit continue
When, as in all things, one’s time comes to an end?
Or does all things cease to be when
To the grave, the mortal body Fate does send.

Alas, but must deal with the present, this Friday
So now will store thoughts and musings yet to be told,
For it’s down the path least traveled I do venture
To search and hopefully find….what life, and destiny, may behold.

( Larry “Dutch” Woller )

Hello Diary,

Well, it is Friday, Diary, end of the week and a busy week it has been… making changes and bringing the path least traveled into 2019 and preparing for a winter storm… have errands done, pantry and refrigerator stocked and at the ready… the morning started out quiet…

frosty friday

A hazy, frosty morning with a bit of a fog, the white is not snow but a heavy frost… a lull before the storm, I fear, for a major storm is moving in this direction and will be a snow event…

satallite

Above is a view of it via satellite… made sure I were ready, give a bit more to the foodbank as they will be needed no doubt.. also got supplies for my backyard friends… set out a extra helping of food today….

extra feed

Above is one of three places as tomorrow food will be tough to find though I may venture out and uncover as best I can…. while I was putting out feed, a squirrel made an appearance and started feeding…

squirrel feeder

The feeder, by the way, as been at this location for over 20 years and withstood the winds of two tornadoes… 🙂 it wasn’t long before word was out that Dutch’s Buffet was open for business…. 🙂

dutch's buffet

Soooooooooo, as best I can I have everyone ready for the approaching storm… why do I do it you ask?.. because I am different and I can… 🙂

I Believe I’d Like To Be Different Instead…

And why do I wish to be different, you may ask,
The freedom to choose, to explore, to learn a lot,
Dictated to by a prophet or chained to a ideology…. NOT
Maybe so everyone can shout and point at me,
And say, “Hey, he’s different”, don’t you see.

My mind is clear and open, gathering knowledge every day
My spirit is young, adventuresome and floating free,
Not confined by those social chains, no box, no mold for me
I am what I am, I am me, what I wish to be,
Perhaps that makes me different, don’t you see.

So my heart’s compass is pointed to the horizon
Sails set full, safe harbor fading in the distance, a faint glow to eye it seems
And with a pocket full of memories, on the horizon are my dreams
On down the path least traveled I will venture, with spirit free
Why the path least traveled?..well, I’m different, don’t you see.

(Penned by Larry “Dutch” Woller )

“Consult not your fears but your hopes and your dreams. Think not about your frustrations, but about your unfulfilled potential. Concern yourself not with what you tried and failed in, but with what it is still possible for you to do…” Pope John XXIII

Well, I had better close, Diary… the path with adventure and challenges is waiting for me… in spite of the snow my rainbow is out there somewhere… but I shall return one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise..

Yes, not only sail a different course here, but with technology and the eyes of others, I can explore the world…“I’m not afraid of storms, for I’m learning how to sail my ship.” Louisa May Alcott.. 🙂

Let me sail, let me sail,
Let the Orinoco Flow,
Let me reach, let me beach
On the shores of Tripoli.
Let me sail, let me sail,
Let me crash upon your shore,
Let me reach, let me beach
Far beyond the Yellow Sea.

Sail away, sail away, sail away. [Repeat: x4]

From Bissau to Palau, in the shade of Avalon,
From Fiji to Tiree and the Isles of Ebony,
From Peru to Cebu hear the power of Babylon,
From Bali to Cali, far beneath the Coral Sea.

Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, up, adieu. Oh. [Repeat: x3]
Sail away, sail away, sail away. [Repeat: x4]

From the North to the South, Ebudæ into Khartoum,
From the deep sea of Clouds to the island of the moon,
Carry me on the waves to the lands I’ve never been,
Carry me on the waves to the lands I’ve never seen.
We can sail, we can sail with the Orinoco Flow,
We can sail, we can sail.

(Sail away, sail away, sail away)
We can steer, we can near
With Rob Dickins at the wheel,
We can sigh, say goodbye Ross and his dependencies
We can sail, we can sail
(Sail away, sail away, sail away)
We can reach, we can beach,
On the shores of Tripoli,
We can sail, we can sail
(Sail away, sail away, sail away)

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