Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..just letting the heart do the talking while the fingers do the walking while being different, being me… 🙂
( “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 🙂 )
Journey of Self Discovery…
Life Is Now….
Time flies, and memories fade.
People change and new friendships are made.
Only the true remain forever at our side.
Eventually the disappointment and pain will subside.
It is all about the journey and what has yet to come.
Life is what you make of it; you are what you’ve become.
Life is too short to hold onto regrets.
Forgiveness is key even though you may never forget.
Cherish the good and remove the bad.
Some people don’t realize till it’s gone what they’ve had.
Moving on is a way of life.
There will always be obstacles, pain, and strife.
You must believe that you are strong enough to fight.
You have to believe in yourself to do what is right.
Always do for YOU no matter what you do,
Because in the end the only one who has your back is you.
Never be afraid to take a stand,
And always be willing to lend a helping hand.
A little bit goes a long way.
All it takes is a smile to brighten someone’s day.
Your chance to live is now, so what are you waiting for?
The world is yours for the taking and so much more.
Endless possibilities are forever at your disposal.
The chance to live another day is life’s golden proposal.
Never let anyone tear you down,
And never let anyone steal your shine and make you frown.
So will you sit in the shadows and let darkness win again?
Or will you rise up and make the light your friend?
“For beautiful eyes, look for the good in others;
For beautiful lips, speak only words of kindness,
And for poise, walk with the knowledge that you are never alone.”
( Audrey Hepburn )
It is a pleasant Saturday afternoon with a gentle breeze at the moment…
The backyard residents going about their daily quest for their destinies, scurrying around leaving no stone unturned… “Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out and loudly proclaiming; “Wow! What a ride!” (Hunter S. Thompson).. 🙂
Perhaps the reason they are scurrying around is instinctively they know there are storm clouds on the horizon for later today and tonight… 🙂
But here on the path “I’m not afraid of storms, for I’m learning how to sail my ship.” (Louisa May Alcott) and “A home that is built with patience, understanding and love will withstand the strongest winds of difficulties and conflict , a home built with a closed mind, insincerity and haste will collapse in a mere breeze of discontent.” (Larry “Dutch” Woller ).. 🙂
Spent part of the morning getting prepared for possible house cleaning and dusting next week…
As I sat there and looked at the sweepers, a poem by Rose Milligan came to mind..
Dust if you must, but wouldn’t it be better
to paint a picture, or write a letter,
bake a cake, or plant a seed.
Ponder the difference between want and need.
Dust if you must, but there is not much time,
with rivers to swim and mountains to climb!
Music to hear, and books to read,
friends to cherish and life to lead.
Dust if you must, but the world’s out there
with the sun in your eyes, the wind in your hair,
a flutter of snow, a shower of rain,
this day will not come round again.
Dust if you must, but bear in mind,
old age will come and it’s not kind.
And when you go, and go you must,
you, yourself, will make more dust!
Sighhhhhhhhhhh.. 🙂 Well, taking her advise I am going to close for now, trying to decide when the time is right…
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 perhaps?
The answer is in the heart, you see,
So when is the right time, one asks?
When your heart wishes for it to be..
( Larry “Dutch” Woller ).
But I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂
So tell me , fate
You hold the key,
What is my destiny
Suppose to be?
Can no longer build cities
The back is tired and sore,
I was a soldier once
No longer have the heart for war.
I’ve tilled the soil as a farmer
Fed the world is what they say,
But I see the faces of hunger
Still this very day.
I’ve donated time and money
Ask for nothing in return,
I see nothing has changed
Will they ever learn?
I’ve tilled the fields and went to war
Built cities and bridges and much more,
Has my destiny run it’s course
Fate, is there any more?
So tell me, fate
You hold the key,
What is my destiny
Suppose to be?
(Larry “Dutch” Woller)
Like all else, I fear the answer is blowing in the wind…. 🙂