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 time of year when all is in a hurry to enjoy the holiday season and sometimes one forgets about those who may not have that luxury…
And one should not forget about those who are there by ones side be it sickness or health, for the good days or bad days, when others may walk away…
He is my other eyes that can see above the clouds;
My other ears that hear above the winds.
He is the part of me that can reach out into the sea.
He has told me a thousand times over that
I am his reason for being: by the way he
rests against my leg; by the way he thumps
his tail at my smallest smile; by the way he
shows his hurt when I leave without taking him.
(I think it makes him sick with worry when he
is not along to care for me.)
When I am wrong, he is delighted to forgive.
When I am angry, he clowns to make me smile.
When I am happy, he is joy unbounded.
When I am a fool, he ignores it.
When I succeed, he brags.
Without him, I am only another person.
With him, I am all-powerful.
He is loyalty itself.
He has taught me the meaning of devotion.
With him, I know a secret comfort and a private peace.
He has brought me understanding
where before I was ignorant.
His head on my knee can heal my human hurts.
His presence by my side is protection against
my fears of dark and unknown things.
He has promised to wait for me…
whenever…wherever–in case I need him.
And I expect I will–as I always have.
He is just my dog.
(Author Gene Hill…)
Busy, busy here… getting ready for Christmas and the New Year…
It were a couple of weeks before Christmas
With a half decorated tree,
It was all quiet in the house
One could hear a pin drop, you see.
Still in my pajamas
All snuggled in bed,
With visions of winning the lottery
Dancing in my head…
There were a loud noise
And I awoke with a start,
I shuffled to the windows
The curtains I did part.
Was it 9 tiny reindeer
With a jolly elf dressed in red?
Disappointment in the air
It were the garbage collector instead.
I ventured to the kitchen
For a spot of tea and some toast,
Opened the fridge to find
A turkey and dressing to roast.
Ventured to the room with the tree
Being warmed by the morning sun,
At a glance I realized with a frown
That there’s dusting to be done.
In the corner were the vacuum
Looking so forlorn,
It needs to be run
Some time before Christmas morn.
Presents needing paper, ribbons
Bows and all that matter,
I stand outside with rake in hand
A yard full of leaves to gather.
A present under the tree
Could it be my favorite toy?
Then a thought came to mind
I may be too tired to enjoy… sighhhhh
(Larry “Dutch” Woller)
Thinking about Santa and checking to make sure one is good or bad, were thinking back to last spring when I saw two deer wander down my street, one looked right at me…
There are deer in the area but rarely do they venture into the village, especially during the daytime…. would it be possible that Santa sent those two deer to check up on ole Dutch, one wonders??.,…hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..
Well, the day is calling, things to do so will close for now.. But I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂
Yes, for some their Christmas present is priceless and cannot be purchased….