“I’m not afraid of storms, for I’m learning how to sail my ship.” (Louisa May Alcott) on the path least traveled…

Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..just letting the heart do the talking while the fingers do the walking… 🙂

Me 1 copy

( “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 🙂 )

When Is The Right Time, One Would Ask….

To climb a mountain
To fly a plane,
To hug a friend
To run naked in the rain.

To stand up tall
To make your thoughts known,
To blend with a crowd
To go it alone.

To till the field
To go to war,
To pen a poem of love
To write a musical score.

To take this path
To maybe take the other,
To open ones heart
To share it with another.

Today, tomorrow, next week perhaps?
The answer is in the heart, you see,
So when is the time right, one asks
When your heart wishes for it to be..

(penned by Larry “Dutch” Woller ).

Hello Diary,
Still don’t have internet, temporarily using backup briefly… won’t give up, no white flag waving on the path least traveled… what do I do without technology, the same thing I do with technology, live life and follow my dreams guided by my heart and a open mind… 🙂

It is a wintry Thursday morning with more winter coming the weekend, will feel like one is in the North Pole… so preparing for that, following dreams… taking a break from the activities to share a few thoughts… did get a winter storm last weekend as predicted… here is what it looked like from outer space on Monday morning 1-14-2019 (snow in the red circle)…

snow 1-14-2019

And here is what it looked like on the ground the time the photo were taken from outer space… 🙂

snow 2

But there will be no white flags here as us dreamers think about our spring gardens while setting by the fire with a cup of tea…. 🙂

Reverie….
A warm and cheery fire roars merrily
And shadows dance about the darkened room.
Beside the hearth a gardener sits and dreams
Of sunny days, of flowers in full bloom.

Some hollyhocks should tower near the fence,
Bright red. ones that the bees can’t help but find.
The trellis at the gate again must wear
Blue morning glories, or the rosy kind.

To lend a bit of distance to the scene,
Close to the rear I’ll plant in shades of blue:
The tall and stately larkspur, double ones­
Of course I’ll put in scabiosa, too.

I couldn’t do without a pansy bed­
Snapdragons make such beautiful bouquets­
Frilled zinnias and yellow marigolds
Add just the proper touch to autumn days.

The flowers grow and bloom with loveliness
Until a sound destroys the fantasy­
A burning ember falls and I must leave
My garden and my charming reverie.
(Helen Beth Swanson)

While I were preparing my tea this morning, I happen to glance down at the counter and what did I see?!… A ant!…

ant

Here it is, middle of January, 6 inches of snow on the ground, cold and there is a ant in my kitchen… apparently the ant is a bit like me, being different instead of following the crowd, preferring to listen to its heart instead and follow its dreams… there is nothing wrong with hearing thoughts of others but in the end one must follow ones heart….

“It is not easy to find happiness within ourselves, and it is not possible to find it elsewhere.” Agnes Repplier

To follow ones dreams… “Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird, that cannot fly.” Langston Hughes … and live ones own life, not a life of someone else…

“When someone tells you “you’ve changed”, it might be because you have stopped living your life their way”.. John Pence

Perhaps to become a free spirit with a open mind… 🙂

Just Color Me A Free Spirit….

I’m just a free spirit
Open mind and heart is all I’ll ever be,
Don’t need much money
Being rich is not for me.

I have a pocket full of dreams
My fate, has yet to be told,
As I sail from safe harbor
While watching my destiny unfold.

I am not in a “box”
No social chains, you’ll see,
As down the path least traveled
Adventure waits for me.

Not interested in a “image”
Reality is my forte,
I am who I am, leaving no stone unturned
Exploring life each and every day.

Waking up to a world born free
With creatures in their daily rush,
Pursuing their own destinies
Before sunset brings, the evening hush.

The morning air smells clean and fresh
As I awake, it always brings a smile,
Can hear the sound of a distant train
That will travel many a mile.

Yes…just color me a free spirit
For most social graces I do not fit it seems,
No matter, as I choose happiness over ideology
Guided by my heart, as I follow my dreams.

(penned by Larry “Dutch” Woller, )

Well, Diary, this “spirit” had better close.. adventure waits on the path along with a upcoming winter storm.. but enjoy life we shall, not looking back to often for there a destiny waiting for me… but I shall return one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…

Yes, the ant and I have our eye on the horizon and a dream in our pocket… 🙂

Advertisements

3 thoughts on ““I’m not afraid of storms, for I’m learning how to sail my ship.” (Louisa May Alcott) on the path least traveled…

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s