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 🙂 )
It is the season of giving and here on the path giving is done every day… Gifts that cannot be purchased.. A gift to help someone realize their dreams..
A gift for someone who, while dealing with life’s challenges, start to have doubts about themselves..
Hello Diary,
Yes, it is the season of giving here on the path, a giving that is fueled by love!.. 🙂 love, which cannot be seen, touched…. or purchased on Black Friday or any other day… 🙂
How many ways do I love thee
Too many for mere words to say,
A love that grows and grows in strength
With each and every day!
I love your thoughts, and feelings
Each and every word I treasure,
Warms the heart, spirit and mind
To heights impossible to measure!
I love your laughter, your humor
The gentle teasing, a word here and there,
Present in all our conversations
Present in everything we share.
I love your soft warm eyes
Enchanting with the color blue,
I love you lovely lips
That holds the words, I Love You
I love you mostly because YOU are YOU
With whose love I’ve been richly blessed,
Our love in our little world
A eternal love and eternal happiness!!!
(penned by Larry “Dutch” Woller )
“Never say I love you
If you really don’t care,
Never talk about feelings
If they really aren’t there.
Never hold my hand
If your going to break my heart
Never say your going to
If you don’t plan to start.
Never look into my eyes
If all you do is lie
Never say hello
If you really mean goodbye.
If you really mean forever
Then say you will try,
If not, then never say forever
Cause forever makes me cry
(Author Unknown)
Perhaps the beginning of a relationship… “Love is the expansion of two natures in such fashion that each include the other, each is enriched by the other.” Felix Adler
A life with that certain someone.. “You don’t love the person you can live with, you love the person you cannot live without” (Author Unknown).
Or the beginnings of a friendship… “A single rose can be my garden… a single friend, my world.” Leo Buscaglia
Whatever the reason, here on the path there is love in our hearts and we are sitting on top of the world… 🙂
Well, I had better close… adventures, giving and dreams to chase… busy, busy, busy… 🙂 “I am what and who I am, venturing down the path of life, following my dreams, chasing rainbows and leaving safe harbor with sails set full, to boldly go where I have not been before”… (Larry “Dutch” Woller) but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…
Giving and love is in the air and it is a wonderful world here on the path indeed!.. 🙂
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 🙂 )
Thanksgiving Eve is approaching on the prairies and the path least traveled, time to contemplate the future while browsing through memories past…
Thanksgiving has arrived
Another year as gone bye,
Been busy chasing dreams
Living life..time did fly,
A time to contemplate the past
A time to give thanks…they say,
To relive treasured memories
Of each and every passing day.
Thanks for letting me feel love
Be it joy, or be it heartache,
To know someone’s love
A treasured feeling their love did make.
Thanks for letting me live life
To explore, to follow one’s dream,
To seek out and live every adventure
Not enough time in the day… it did seem.
Thanks for letting me meet friends
To share thoughts of love, hope..perhaps a tear,
And by going down the path together in friendship
Doing away with hate, anger….and fear.
Thanks for giving me the courage
To follow my own path…to be me,
To not follow someone else’s path
To live my own….. reality.
Thanks for giving me an open mind
As I venture down the path… allowing me,
To gaze upon life’s treasures, large and small
That many others do not see.
Thanks for giving me an open heart
Able to love, understand and forgive,
And when I grow too old to dream
A place where my memories will live.
Yes, I have much to be thankful for
And every day the list gets longer… you see,
As I venture down the path least traveled
Searching for what destiny… has waiting for me.
(Larry “Dutch” Woller)
“Life gives us brief moments with another, but sometimes in those brief moments we get memories that last a lifetime, So live that your memories will be part of your happiness.” (Author Unknown).
And for all those wonderful spirits and people that graced the path with their presence over time, thanks for the memories.. 🙂
Hello Dairy…
(Were going to post tomorrow, Wednesday, but with the potential for hazardous weather on the horizon, thought I had better do it today… 🙂 )
Thanksgiving and the holidays are on the horizon.. and hopefully not only for a time of cheer but also a time of peace, hope, love, understanding and friendship for everyone, that is my dream for the holidays (and every day)… 🙂
In history’s past, on the path, I had a dream
Of a world in harmony it did seem,
Accepting one as to who they believe and are
One’s lifes choices no one did bar.
Free to climb a mountain, to touch a star
Free to search the universe, where answers are,
Free to venture through life, with open mind
Another’s belief, it did not blind.
Free to boldly walk the lands, both far and near
To lives one’s life without suffering or fear,
Not to be accepted by belief, gender or race, you see
But by the love, understanding and knowledge of a spirit born free.
Children could follow their own dream, you see
Not to be denied by another’s ideology,
To follow the destiny of their own choice
Not to be hindered by another’s voice.
I still have that dream, you know
A dream that began a long time ago,
A dream without end, each and every day
Until the four winds, they all blow away.
(Larry “Dutch” Woller)
The universe knows that I am not into religion (as my late wife’s Chaplain said “ it is what is in the heart that matters, not a name above a door) but I agree with Vince and Jenny Gill…
Well, I had better close… need to prepare for the holidays also, all the while awaiting what adventures lies ahead.. but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise..
Of course, what makes the holidays magical, especially Christmas, are the children (like me.. 🙂 )… to see the wonder in their eyes and the excitement in their voices… “To me there is no picture so beautiful as smiling, bright-eyed, happy children; no music so sweet as their clear and ringing laughter.” (P. T. Barnum)
Charlie Daniels often refers to the children as “Little Folks”…
Little folks are people too
Very much like me and you
The little things they say and do
They kinda make your day
Foolishness and common sense
Through the eyes of innocence
Skip a rope or jump a fence
Gettin’ in the way
Daddy, why are you so tall?
Daddy, why am I so small?
Daddy, who makes snowflakes fall?
Could it be the Lord?
Chasing puppies, climbin’ trees
Bumping heads and skinnin’ knees
It’s not very hard to see
That kids are God’s reward
Little folks get down and out
The girls will cry and boys will pout
Before you know what it’s about
They’re smiling once again
Colored kites on summer breeze
Jingle Bells and Christmas trees
Too soon they’re only memories
Do you remember when?
Daddy, what makes eagles fly?
What makes clouds float in the sky?
And Daddy, if I really try
Will I grow up someday?
But little folks slip through our hands
Like so many grains of sand
You’d best enjoy them while you can
So soon they fly away…
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 🙂 )
Thanksgiving (and the holidays) are nearing here on the prairies and taking time to relax and browse some memories… 🙂
As the holiday approaches
One contemplates not the day,
But all the years of memories and thoughts
That one acquired along the way.
Memories filled with sadness, sorrow perhaps
Memories with happiness, joy and no fear,
Memories to bring out the laughter
Memories to bring out a tear.
A special time and one to treasure
And not because of the calendar age,
Because a life of memories and thoughts
Will be adding another page!
Even though distance and time apart
It will be a day that all will share,
As love knows no time or distance
Be assured, if only in spirit, I will be there!
It will become our memory, and we will share
The special time of year, every day…… forever,
Because of a love and spirit eternal
Beyond…………. the 12th of Never!!
(Larry “Dutch” Woller)
Hello Diary,
Yes, Thanksgiving and the holiday season here on the path approaches and hopefully filled with cheer and goodwill to man.. I am at the ready.. 🙂
Thanksgiving dinner… Check! 🙂
Dessert…. Check! 🙂
Wine… Check! 🙂
And for my backyard friends… Check!.. 🙂
And for those who may be dealing with life’s challenges the holidays, and every day… Check!
For the hungry.. “When I give food to the poor, they call me a saint. When I ask why the poor have no food, they call me a communist.” Helder Camara
For those in need…“Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired, signifies in the final sense a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed.” (Dwight D. Eisenhower)
For those dealing with health issues.. “No matter the pain or suffering, it is always better if it’s a burden shared by two, instead of a weight carried by one alone”… (Larry “Dutch” Woller)
And for the children.. “To me there is no picture so beautiful as smiling, bright-eyed, happy children; no music so sweet as their clear and ringing laughter.” P. T. Barnum
St. Jude…
Unicef..
And I have some holiday cheer ready to put in the mail and hopefully brighten someone’s day..
Soooooooooo, I believe I am ready for the holidays, to open the bottle of wine and while listening to holiday music, browse the memories that time created.. like the one of my daughter and son, one Christmas morning (before emails, smartphones and Facebook)… 🙂
Well, I will bring my holiday ramblings to a close and prepare for what new adventures may be on the horizon, following my dreams being led by the heart….but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂
Memories of home will live in my heart (for when I grow too old to dream) and because “home is where the heart is”, I will always be home for Christmas… 🙂
I’ll be home for Christmas
You can plan on me
Please have snow and mistletoe
And presents on the tree
Christmas Eve will find me
Where the lovelight gleams
I’ll be home for Christmas
If only in my dreams
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 🙂 )
Busy, busy, busy on the path least traveled…
I set here with my tea
And watch the leaves a fallin’
It’s becoming clear that one day
Jack Frost will come a callin’
Most of my bird friends have went south
In the southern warmth they’ll stay
But I’ll not shed a tear in sorrow
For they’ll be back again some day
All us creatures that are staying behind
To deal with the cold and snow
Are getting our house in order
And waiting for winter’s blow
The squirrels are gathering leaves and such
To insulate their winters nest
The possum is checking every nook and cranny
To find a place for his winters rest
The bee’s are picking up the pace
Gathering nectar with the morning sun
Storing winter food for the hive
Before their work on earth is done
A spider spinning it’s web of silk
I watched as it grew and grew
Soon to become natures work of art
With tomorrow’s early morning dew
This poem could go on and on and on
But alas, I have things to do
For, like it or not, don’t you see
I need to get ready for winter too.
(Larry “Dutch” Woller)
Hello Diary,
It’s a Wednesday, checking the “to do” list and busy preparing for change, the holidays and winter… did update, optimize and scan technology… Check! 🙂
Decorations near complete… Check! 🙂
Presents under tree… Check! 🙂
Preparing holiday greetings… Check! 🙂
Holiday music at the ready.. Check! 🙂
Laundry finished… Uncheck 😦
Vacuum finished.. Uncheck 😦
Mopping finished.. Uncheck 😦
Dusting finished… Uncheck 😦
I know what I’mmmmmmmmmmmmmm going to be doing during the holidays…sighhhhhhhhhhh
Well I had better close for now, perhaps work on the “ to do” list and prepare some thoughts about Thanksgiving and the holidays for Sunday.. But I shall return again one day, fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂
Maybe Rose Milligan, Mowgli and Baloo the bear have the right idea… 🙂
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!
(Rose Milligan)
Look for the bare necessities
The simple bare necessities
Forget about your worries and your strife
I mean the bare necessities
Old Mother Nature’s recipes
That brings the bare necessities of life
Wherever I wander, wherever I roam
I couldn’t be fonder of my big home
The bees are buzzin’ in the tree
To make some honey just for me
When you look under the rocks and plants
And take a glance at the fancy ants
Then maybe try a few
Chorus; The bare necessities of life will come to you
They’ll come to you!
Look for the bare necessities
The simple bare necessities
Forget about your worries and your strife
I mean the bare necessities
That’s why a bear can rest at ease
With just the bare necessities of life
Now when you pick a pawpaw
Or a prickly pear
And you prick a raw paw
Well next time beware
Don’t pick the prickly pear by the paw
When you pick a pear
Try to use the claw
But you don’t need to use the claw
When you pick a pear of the big pawpaw
Have I given you a clue?
Oh man this is really living
So just try and relax, yeah cool it
Fall apart in my backyard
‘Cause let me tell you something little britches
If you act like that bee acts, uh uh
You’re working too hard
And don’t spend your time lookin’ around
For something you want that can’t be found
When you find out you can live without it
And go along not thinkin’ about it
I’ll tell you something true
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 new year is approaching, changes to be made, decisions, decisions… “If you don’t know where you’re going, you may miss it when you get there” ― (Kathleen Long, Chasing Rainbows).. 🙂
I awoke one morning, alone, in history’s past..
Left with a heart full of memories, a decision to make,
Confronted with two paths to my destiny..
Heart and mind to decide which one to take.
Take the one most traveled, the logical safe choice…
The one chosen by the multitudes..the human race,
Like sheep, following a path determined by another…
No self identity, all bearing the same face.
A most traveled path whose direction is chosen by a few
The rest to follow, ever so blind,
Their destiny not chosen by their own hand
Their fate determined, by a closed mind.
The other path less traveled, mysterious and unknown
Where one can be different, like me I confess,
Without fear of ridicule, bigotry and hate
A path filled with love… and happiness.
A path less traveled where one can follow ones dreams
An open mind to see what others do not,
To live a life guided by one’s heart
While the other path one cannot.
Decision made, with eyes on the horizon
It’s down the path least traveled I do venture,
Excitement fills the air, a smile on the face
Looking forward to a great adventure.
My fate will be unknown, what lies ahead unsure
I do not know…. what my destiny will be,
But one thing will be certain, written in stone
I shall venture down that path …..being “ME“.
(penned by Larry “Dutch” Woller)
Yes, here on the path we have a dream…“Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird, that cannot fly.” (Langston Hughes )
Hello Diary,
It is a Sunday and I woke up to a wintry type morning with red skies…
And it reminds me of a saying “red skies in the morning, sailors warning”… the red indicates moisture in the air and the sun rising will heat and destabilize the atmosphere and could create weather (with summer like temperatures, thunderstorms) and they do have rain/snow forecasted for later today… thought I would take a brief moment to share some thoughts…
Did some reading yesterday but with the new year approaching and changes on the horizon, decided to start to upgrade technology, getting ready to bring in the new… I am currently working on two PCs, one will be set up for blogging, browsing, poetry, etc….
And the other will be for research, weather, business, etc…
Of course, one will back up the other if needed… does that mean I will get rid of the “old”?.. Noooooooooo… I have a old 9 inch tablet that will not be able to get online in the future…
And I have numerous CDs which I have been downloading onto a flash drive from time to time and uploaded on the little tablet (the tablet will not use CDs) and I have added speakers and the little tablet has become a first class stereo… I have located it near the center of the house and can listen to uninterrupted music all day long!!… 🙂
Also my old camera crashed and burned but rather than purchase a new camera, I dusted off an old smartphone I were not using….
And it is now officially “the camera”… all the photos I have taken for the past month have been by the phone.. 🙂
Well, I had better close for now… a easy chair, a cup of tea (too early for wine 🙂 ) and the ever faithful Kindle are waiting… but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…
“Life gives us brief moments with another, but sometimes in those brief moments we get memories that last a lifetime, So live that your memories will be part of your happiness.” (Author Unknown)…..sooooooooooo,
“Don’t walk in front of me… I may not follow
Don’t walk behind me… I may not lead
Just walk beside me… and be my friend” ― Albert Camus
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 🙂 )
Monday, the 11th, was Veterans Day here on the prairies… a day about mortals who found themselves in harms way because opposing ideologies resorted to violence to settle their differences…
“What difference does it make to the dead, the orphans and the homeless, whether the mad destruction is wrought under the name of totalitarianism or in the holy name of liberty or democracy?” ( Mahatma Gandhi)
“Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired, signifies in the final sense a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed.” (Dwight D. Eisenhower)
“The saddest aspect of life right now is that science gathers knowledge faster than society gathers wisdom”. (Isaac Asimov)
Having been there and done that (that is me setting on the ground, Vietnam 1965-1966)…
I believe I have a better way… 🙂
I set here looking at the news
The powers wanted peace they say,
And while they spoke, bombs were dropped
20 children died that day!
What’s wrong with this idea?
Why not give PEACE a try,
Let’s give it a go, everyone
Maybe no more children will die
Smiles on their faces, while shaking hands
Arms deals for defense would come into play,
A bomb went off in a crowded market
10 children died that day.
What’s wrong with this idea?
Why not give a world with LOVE a try,
Let’s give it a go, everyone
Maybe no more children will die
A war to end all wars, they said
Yet to war they always return,
Death, destruction, suffering and pain
Won’t they every learn?
What’s wrong with this idea?
Let’s give LEARNING a try,
Let’s give it a go, everyone
Maybe no more children will die.
Anger versus anger, hate versus hate
Seeds sown by war at home and away,
Starvation , sickness, a mother in tears
More and more children die every day.
What’s wrong with this idea?
Why not give PEACE, LOVE and LEARNING a try,
Let’s give it a go, everyone
Maybe no more children will die.
( Larry “Dutch” Woller)
Hello Diary,
Monday also brought another round of winter….
And this morning, Tuesday, saw temperatures near 0F degrees (-17 Celsius) with 3 inches (7.62 cm) of snow on the ground…. thought I would put some extra feed out for my backyard friends…
There is a small brush pile along side of the feeder separated by a piece of lattice fence… the holes in the fence are approximately 2 inches (5.08 cm) square.. the little sparrows (and other creatures) use the brush pile for protection… when the alarm is sounded, the little sparrows go through the fence and into the brush pile in a blink of an eye!… 🙂
Soooooooo, this morning after I got the feed out, word got around that Dutch’s Buffet were open and soon had around 40-50 sparrows eating… 🙂
Suddenly, the alarm were sounded and in a heartbeat the little sparrows were gone…
They were hiding in the little brush pile… 🙂
How those 40-50 little birds managed to fly through those holes in the fence and not get injured defies logic.. 🙂 but soon the all clear were sounded that the little sparrows started to return to feed… 🙂
Well, I had better close and get ready for my tomorrows… not going to fly through any holes or defy logic.. but, I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂
We were volunteers, one and all
So Noble.. Proud.. and Brave,
Did not know the reasons for war
Just a people from tyranny to save!
Glasses held high, we made an toast
Surely that Victory would rule the day!
While back at home, the voices of unrest
Not a kind word for us did they say.
Some could not vote, children were we
Not old enough to drink, but still our battle cry,
Even with all that we could not do
For us children, it was to do or die!
Vietnam was a hostile, violent land
The dangers, the horrors of war abound,
Whether the paddies of Vietnam or the fields of home,
Seemed for us, not a friend could be found.
But we proudly gave it our all
Faced our destiny, with a hint of fear of tomorrow
Some to return to a mother’s joy
Some to return to a mother’s sorrow.
So should you be looking on today
One more toast, hold your glasses high,
To PEACE, HOPE and LOVE, may they long endure
CHEERS, LADS AND LASSIES!!!.. And SEMPER FI
(penned on May 30, 2009 by; Sgt, Larry “Dutch” Woller
12th Marine Regiment
Vietnam, 1965–1966…)
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 🙂 )
“I expect to pass through this world but once. Any good therefore that I can do, or any kindness that I can show to any fellow creature, let me do it now. Let me not defer or neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again.” (Stephen Grellet )
“When a friend is in trouble, don’t annoy the friend by asking if there is anything you can do. Think up something appropriate and do it.” (Author Unknown)…
Hello Diary,
A wintry, overcast day outdoors, a good day to stay in and contemplate tomorrows adventures.. “Everyday I have two choices, either to venture into the light, follow one’s dreams and live life, or stay in the shadows, the darkness and never know happiness…” (Larry “Dutch” Woller) .. also a good day for baking… sliced the crock pot bread, satisfied with the results…
Feeling lucky so I decided to try preparing some cheese and garlic biscuits in the crick pot… again, gathered the necessary ingredients…
I then divided the dough into smaller portions than originally designed for, as I have the biscuits with soup, and put into the crock pot….
A couple of hours later, finished… 🙂
Just the right size to have with a bowl of soup and a cup of tea on a cold wintry day!!.. 🙂 … that being said, will close for now and venture into the not so secret garden here on the path…
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 )
But I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise.. 🙂
“Change will not come if we wait for some other person or some other time. We are the ones we’ve been waiting for. We are the change that we seek.” Barack Obama
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 new chapter on the path has begun and “I am free born and free bred, where I acknowledge no man as my superior, except for his own worth, or as my inferior, except for his own demerit.” (Theodore Roosevelt)
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?
(Hollianne Boucher)
A Spirit Born Free…
While dealing with the doldrums
That happen often in wintertime,
And while contemplating my tomorrows
Thought I’d pen some thoughts that rhyme.
As I venture through my life
With each step, all the while being me,
An open mind, a heart of dreams
A spirit, enjoying being free.
A spirit that views another
As another feels, wishes to be,
In a realm of acceptance
So another can enjoy being free.
Free…. to love another
No color, gender or race,
Only to know and feel happiness
No social walls to face.
Free to live life as one chooses
Follow a dream, the heart would say,
Free to walk ones own path of life
Filled with adventures along the way.
There are those who would color me different
Many to gaze upon me with dismay,
But unlike them, I’ve found happiness
Because I chose to live life my way.
(Larry “Dutch” Woller)
Hello Diary,
And so it begins, a new chapter filled with adventure, challenges while following one’s heart with a dream in one’s pocket… 🙂 and what does a ole born again heathen with too much time on one’s hand do in winter’s doldrums, one would ask?.. bake a loaf of bread in a crockpot/slow cooker, of course… “The only real stumbling block is fear of failure. In cooking you’ve got to have a what-the-hell attitude.” (Julia Child).. 🙂
First the ingredients…
Mix and put in a crockpot/slow cooker..\
And finally I have a loaf of bread (two loaves actually)…
And what were I doing while the bread were baking, I prepared Thanksgiving Day dinner (chicken breast, mashed potatoes, green beans and dressing)…
It is wrapped, in the freezer and on turkey day I will put in microwave to warm up, no mess, no fuss.. clever, eh?.. 🙂 why bake bread in a crockpot you would ask?.. because I am different and I can… 🙂
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 chained to a myth…. 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.
( Larry “Dutch” Woller )
That being said, I had better close… life is calling and adventures are waiting.. but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…
“Today I choose life. Every morning when I wake up I can choose joy, happiness, negativity, pain… To feel the freedom that comes from being able to continue to make mistakes and choices – today I choose to feel life, not to deny my humanity but embrace it.” (Kevyn Aucoin)
I took off for a weekend last month
Just to try and recall the whole year
All of the faces and all of the places
Wonderin’ where they all disappeared
I didn’t ponder the question too long
I was hungry and went out for a bite
Ran into a chum with a bottle of rum
And we wound up drinkin all night
Chorus..
It’s these changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes
Nothing remains quite the same
With all of our running and all of our cunning
If we couldn’t laugh we would all go insane
Reading departure signs in some big airport
Reminds me of the places I’ve been
Visions of good times that brought so much pleasure
Makes me want to go back again
If it suddenly ended tomorrow
I could somehow adjust to the fall
Good times and riches and son of a bitches
I’ve seen more than I can recall
(Chorus)
I think about Paris when I’m high on red wine
I wish I could jump on a plane
So many nights I just dream of the ocean
God I wish I was sailin’ again
Oh, yesterday’s over my shoulder
So I can’t look back for too long
There’s just too much to see waiting in front of me
And I know that I just can’t go wrong
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 🙂 )
Thursday October 31, 2019, Halloween day on the path least traveled…
The only trick or treaters I saw were a pair of raindeer and one had a funny looking nose.. 🙂 🙂 🙂
Hello Diary,
Friday November 1st, 2019, a day after Halloween…
What a difference a day makes… 🙂 ….like the rest of the backyard dwellers, the squirrels continued to prepare for the coming change of season….
And watching the snow fall yesterday, brought back memories of Christmas’s long ago… thought I would share a few thoughts that I had penned in history’s past… 🙂
It’s twelve days till Christmas
And as I look around,
Checked every package under the tree
No toys for me were found.
But I’m not one bit worried
The sadness it won’t last,
Because I have some memories
Of many of Christmas past.
One Christmas eve in particular
For the night my brother and I retired,
It wasn’t long into the night
The imagination was fired.
We had train track all over the floor
Much to Mom’s dismay,
All night long messages back and forth
Wondering about Christmas day.
But in a blink of an eye
All got quiet real quick,
There was a shadow in our door
And it definitely wasn’t ST. Nick!
It’s Christmas morning….wait there’s a honk
And I looked out the window to see,
It was just my neighbor in his car
Bringing me back to reality.
But that’s ok, I haven’t grown old
And I’m not even going to start,
I’ll be forever young, don’t you see
With Christmas in my heart.
So to all.. and to all
As I get into my sleigh,
WAIT, I can’t say goodnight
It’s the middle of the day!
( Larry “Dutch” Woller )
Mine and my brother’s bedroom were above Mom and Dad’s… 🙂 and it being the middle if the day, had better close and finish the day and week… will be relaxing this weekend (maybe even pen a poem or two) while preparing for changes and adventures that lie on the horizon… will be beginning a new chapter here on the path come Monday… “You can’t start the next chapter of your life if you keep re-reading your last chapter.” (Author Unknown )… 🙂
With that being said, Diary, I will bid you a fond Adieu and I will see you in the next chapter.. 🙂
And I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…
No doubt hese three doves…
And I are no doubt thinking the same thoughts… 🙂
How’d ja like to spend Christmas on Christmas Island?
How’d ja like to spend the Holiday away across the sea?
How’d ja like to spend Christmas on Christmas Island?
How’d ja like to hang your stockin’ on a great big coconut tree?
How’d ja like to stay up late, like the islanders do
Wait for Santa to sail in with your presents in a canoe
If you ever spend Christmas on Christmas Island
You will never stray, for ev’ry day
Your Christmas dreams come true
onthepathleasttraveled 