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 🙂 )
A Not So Secret Garden
I live in a not so secret garden
Along the path least traveled,
Quite unlike the other world
A world that has become unraveled.
A garden of peace and harmony
Being different does not matter here,
All creatures, big and small, living together
Unlike the other world, they do not live in fear.
Together we live the hand that Fate has dealt us
Not sure, or dwell, on our final destiny,
But live to enjoy the moment, the hour, the day
That is what life is about, don’t you see.
So into the not so secret garden I will venture
Along the path least traveled,
To find love, understanding, to follow one’s dreams
Unlike the other world unraveled.
(Larry “Dutch” Woller )
World harmony run August 23, New York..
It is a Thursday, have been busy making changes, dealing with challenges and living adventures (living life.. 🙂 ).. may have some storms, weather wise for the coming weekend so thought I would share a few thoughts while the sun were shining… while on the subject of storms, thought I would share some memories of the prairie storm; tornado…
I saw my first tornado while I were living on the farm, circa 1950’s… it were morning, I were about 7 or 8 years old, I and my brother and sister were playing in the yard… it were a warm and humid day on the prairie’s… I looked up and saw a “tail” in the sky.. looked something like the one in the photo ( I did not take the picture and the picture were of another time)..
I ran the house and told Mom and Dad there were a tail in the sky and pandemonium broke loose… 🙂 fortunately the storm went to just to the south and the farm were relatively undamaged… I were to witness another tornado a few years later…
I decided farming wasn’t my thing and after a tour in the USMC I moved into the present farming village… it were in 1976 that I would witness my third tornado… had returned from town when the fire siren sounded, at that time indicating a tornado in the area… fortunately it lifted as it went over as it went over the village and the damage was light, I needed new shingles on the roof…
20 years later, in late April 1996, the village was not as fortunate…had been listening to the emergency radio..
had the emergency backpack with supplies on hand and were at the ready…
Had lost power suddenly before the village could sound the alarm and when the village tried to start the generator, the generator would not start so no alarm were sounded for the village.. the EF 3 tornado struck at 8:55 pm… the follow photos were taken some 3-4 blocks from my home…keep in mind, those trees did have leaves on them…
I had a cuckoo clock that were inherited and it functioned fine, kept good time.. Until that night.. At 8:55 PM the tornado struck this little farm village and the village and the clock were never the same… I made several attempts to get the little clock working with no luck… now it just hangs on the wall with the hands at 8:55 PM…. 🙂
But as Wade Watts said;
When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road your trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit
Rest if you must, but don’t you quit.
Life is queer with its twists and its turns,
As everyone of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about
When they might have won, had they stuck it out.
Don’t give up though the pace seems slow,
You may succeed with another blow.
Often the struggler has given up
When he might have captured the victors cup;
And he learned too late when the night came down,
How close he was to the golden crown.
Success is failure turned inside out
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far;
So stick to the fight when your hardest hit,
It’s when things seem worst that you mustn’t quit!
Well, I had better close and get ready for life’s challenges and new adventures…“Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass, it’s about learning to dance in the rain”. (Author Unknown).. But I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂
With all the storms, be it the weather or socially/ideology, believe “the third rock from the sun” (planet Earth) could use some sunshine… 🙂