“No road is too long for him who advances slowly and does not hurry, and no attainment is beyond his reach who equips himself with patience to achieve it.” (Jean de La Bruyere) 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 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 🙂 )..

“Making your mark on the world is hard. If it were easy, everybody would do it. But it’s not. It takes patience, it takes commitment, and it comes with plenty of failure along the way. The real test is not whether you avoid this failure, because you won’t. it’s whether you let it harden or shame you into inaction, or whether you learn from it; whether you choose to persevere.” – Barack Obama

What I am
Who I want to be
Am I just a stranger in this dinosaur world,
or my is existence limited to rest ,eat and pee.

Every day is a new day ,
I try to discover myself,
The identity crisis lulls over me,
In calm, yet monstrous glee,
Failing to find what exactly constitutes my being.

One day I want to be a doctor,
Other day an engineer,
Or even a scientist,
The society decides my ambition,
What career to pursue is guided by secure future norms,
They say I have a lunatics mind,
Persuade my mother to put some sense into me.

Enough is said,
I my setting on a journey of my own,
The mistakes I make shall be mine,
The regrets shall be my defined,
Its fall or rise,
Time will play a key role,

As Frost said,
I have an option of two paths ahead of me,
One pre decided by my ancestors,
less risky and challenging,
Other of my own,
I decide to take the less traveled one,
To mark on journey of my own.
(Illahi Bedi)

Hello Diary,

Yes, Dairy, life puts many challenges, “storms”, in one’s path over a lifetime that will more than likely change the path of one’s self… and “I believe that destiny, on a daily basis, puts challenges before me to deal with…how I deal with those challenges will determine what I shall become..” (Larry “Dutch” Woller)… and to name a few, there were the Vietnam conflict in 1966…

I believed they said that World War I would be the “war to end all wars”.. “The saddest aspect of life right now is that science gathers knowledge faster than society gathers wisdom”. (Isaac Asimov)…

Another were the tornado of 1996 that changed the lives of the residents of this little village (this were 3 blocks from my home)..

Yes, the village rebuilt but it were never the same…“Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending.” ( Maria Robinson )… Another were helping my late wife Kathy battle cancer for near 4 years… she may haven lost the battle but she won the war… 🙂

Shortly after her passing I were helping my Mom of 95 years dealing with her mortal clock ticking down.. 9 months after Kathy’s passing, my Mom passed away….“There are things that we don’t want to happen but have to accept, things we don’t want to know but have to learn, people we can’t live without but have to let go.” (Nancy Stephan)…

These are just a few challenges and do I let those challenges, those storms of life, prevent me from venturing into the light instead of living in the darkness?.. NO!.. “Don’t be pushed around by the fears in your mind. Be led by the dreams in your heart.” (Roy T. Bennett ).. there is no white flag of surrender here, sooooooooooooo

It is down the path least traveled I do go
To a rainbow filled horizon I venture,
To seek, to learn, know peace, to enjoy life
A path filled with wonderful adventure.

A place where one is accepted as who they are
A spirit kindled to life, when mortal born,
A being coming from the depths within
And not subject to ridicule and scorn.

A place where I know freedom of thought and being
I am what I am, don’t you see,
Neither this one, neither that one, but all the above
In a mortal world, a free spirit, that’s me.

I do not travel the path alone, you see
There are memories and spirits to behold,
Spirits that share… the joy and sadness
As I gather more memories, down that least traveled road.

So how long will my journey be, one would ask
Will I see the end of the path…ever?
The answer, I believe, lies on the horizon
Somewhere past… the 12th of Never….
(Larry “Dutch” Woller)

You see “Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass, it’s about learning to dance in the rain”. (Author Unknown)… 🙂

I shall close for now… with the virus, the weather, the climate, just to name a few “storms”, on the horizon, I must prepare..but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise….

I’ll be seeing you on down then path, Diary… 🙂

“ I am currently attending the School of Life, learning more about the universe and me… and Graduation Day will be the day of my funeral and it is then I will know if I failed or I succeeded and graduated”… (Larry “Dutch” Woller) 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 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 🙂 )..

“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)

Through the eyes of a child….

I woke up this morning in a rush
Eagerly to start the day,
Hopefully to learn about the world
Maybe even have time to play.

I have many, many friends
Each one somewhat different than me,
But none of us mind at all
We believe it were meant to be.

Decided to check in with my friends
Before Mom gave the breakfast call,
So with anxious hands I started my little tablet
Were going to say hello to one and all.

My smile and joy were soon gone
As sadness did take its place,
My vision become blurry
A tear, ventured down my face.

I read a text in my inbox
With conflict, some of my friends did die,
With trembling lips I looked to the horizon
With heavy heart asked the question “WHY?”.

Just children wanting to live their dream,
Why is that so very wrong,
Their dream were taken away
So someone could prove their strong.

You know, my heart will mend
For their memory lives in my heart,
And together we will play again
Not even distance will keep us apart.

One day us children will meet again,
And in harmony we will play,
Together we will follow our dreams
For forever and a day.
(Larry “Dutch” Woller)

Hello Diary,

Thursday the 19th were the first day of spring.. However, apparently Ole Man Winter did not look at the calendar because the following Sunday morning, the 22nd, looked like this..

There were a multitude of birds out and about, braving the elements while singing their chorus, but saw two sparrows who decided to get out of the weather…

Their parents didn’t raise dummies… 🙂 spring is in the air though, and so is love…

I’m watching the sun come up
With a spot of tea in my hand,
Thoughts passing like a gentle breeze
As I gaze upon the land.

Thinking about my garden
As I watch the squirrels at play,
Will this be a good year?
With nature being kind…day by day.?

Or will it be like last year
A struggle both day and night,
Hoping for a better day
With every morning’s light.

Love is in the air
Carried by a gentle breeze,
In the notes of a birds song
As the melody,..gently,.. drifts through the trees.

The time has come to make ready
To plan and to prepare,
Even though it’s cool outside
A taste of spring, and love, is in the air!

Or is it just me………….. 🙂
(Larry “Dutch” Woller, )

Whether it is a special love, or a friend, love is the bond… “Love knows no bounds or time, love is the spirit of the heart, love is the life support of hope, love is the force behind compassion, love is the foundation for true friendships, relationships”…. (Larry “Dutch” Woller)

Well, I had better close for now… dreams, adventure and maybe some stormy weather on the horizon.. but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…

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 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 ).

“As my world is in a constant state of change, tomorrow my world will change, my future world will still be a mystery and today’s world will become history and a memory…” (Larry “Dutch” Woller) n 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 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’s a Saturday morning, start of a leisurely weekend planned, taking a moment to browse the memories.. 🙂

As I gaze upon the horizon
Where my Fate waits for me,
My mind gently browses the past
That which has become a memory.

I grew up on a farm
Ohhhhh, the dreams had I,
To save the world from the evil dragons
Once, as a ole Marine, I did try.

I once loved and and lost
Suffered a broken heart, they say,
But now the heart has mended
As love managed to find a way.

With my hands I helped build a nation
Now the back is tired and sore,
But no white flag of surrender here
With a heart of dreams to do much more.

There were those by whom I were scorned
As I ventured down life’s highway,
They ridiculed and condemed
As I lived and love life my way.

Of the life I lived, I have no regrets
Would not change a thing, I must confess,
And I will continue to be me
As I venture down the path of happiness.

As my mortal clock starts to wind down
One wonders, is there another life for me,
Sadly, I must close, and seek out Fate
For Fate has the answer, Fate is the key.
(Larry “Dutch” Woller)

Yes, those were the days…

Hello Diary,

Well, with this virus thingy creating issues, they are wanting people to stay home… I have decided that I am not going to stay at home.. I can travel, visit friends, see new and beautiful places and not be a menace to anyone.. How can I do that one would ask?… Wait for it………………………………………………………………….. ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….. I have technology……..

………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….. I have friends all over the world….

That being said, I can travel the world and never leave the house… clever, eh?… 🙂 🙂

Sooooooooo, virus or no virus it is on down the path I shall venture… 🙂

It is down the path least traveled I shall go
To a rainbow filled horizon I venture,
To seek, to learn, know peace, to enjoy life
A path filled with wonderful adventure.

A place where one is accepted as who they are
A spirit kindled to life, when mortal born,
A being coming from the depths within
And not subject to ridicule and scorn.

A place where I know freedom of thought and being
I am what I am, don’t you see,
Neither this one, neither that one, but all the above
In a mortal world, a free spirit, that’s me.

I do not travel the path alone, you see
There are memories and other spirits to behold,
Those that share… the joy and sadness
As I gather more memories, down that least traveled road.

So how long will my journey be, one would ask
Will I see the end of the path…ever?
The answer, I believe, lies on the horizon
Somewhere past… the 12th of Never….

So I shall bring my ramblings to an end
For there is one fact that I do know,
To reach the horizon, the 12th of Never
It’s down the path least traveled I must go!
( Larry “Dutch” Woller )

Yes, it is time to bring the ramblings to an end…..venture down the path to new adventures and create new memories… but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise….

So with sails set full
Safe harbor I shall leave
And on down the path I do venture
A spirit, and heart…born free,
To seek out the rainbow connection
Where my destiny, lies waiting for me.
(Larry “Dutch” Woller)

Care to join me, Diary, and make it two for the road?… 🙂

“Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending.” ( Maria Robinson ) 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 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 🙂 )..

Every month I donate in hopes of taken some of the burden away from those who find themselves in difficult times, especially during times of conflict and crises “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 perhaps by doing so it will give one some hope… 🙂

Hope is a feather floating in a bright blue sky
Hope is that sparkle that shines in your eyes.
Hope is a butterfly fluttering on the wind
Hope is good times spent with family and friends.

Hope is a newborn baby’s cry
Hope is a Mother’s lullaby.
Hope is the rainbow after a rain
Hope is the harvest of golden grain.

Hope is the light that keeps darkness at bay
Hope is the breeze on a hot summer day.
Hope is ever present and free of cost
Hope is the last thing ever lost.

Hope is staying positive when the going gets tough
Hope is seeking help when you feel you’ve had enough.
Hope is recovery from simmering sorrow
Hope is believing in a brighter tomorrow.
(Linda Hotger)

Hello Diary,

Yea, life does put challenges in one’s path from time to time and for the moment it appears it is the virus thingy… 🙂 it seems that it may be in the area but thus far I have not had to deal with it.. I have been taking precautions and making preparations to hopefully deny the virus… while taking care of business, I have not turned my back on those less fortunate and having difficulty, as I said above…

Especially the children..

My monthly support is not in the form of toys, technology and other gifts, but hopefully a resource that they can use to realize their dreams and know happiness…

The gift of hope
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.

The gift of understanding
Not a world of race, color or gender
Nor closed minded ridicule or prejudice…you see,
But a world that respects another’s dream
And of what or who they wish to be.

The gift of freedom
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.

The gift of happiness
Not a world of sorrow or fear
But a world of hope and dreams, not sadness
A world of eternal love and peace
A world of eternal happiness.

The gift of love
A love that is without end
Through an eternity it will endure,
A love that knows no boundaries
A love beautiful, caring and pure.
(Larry “Dutch” Woller

And perhaps they too shall find their destiny somewhere out there…

Well, I had better close for now… more challenges and adventures lie ahead..but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise….

Until we meet again…

May the love that you give
Always return to you,
That family and friends are many
And always remain true,
May your mind only know peace
No suffering or strife,
May your spirit only know happiness
On your journey through life.
(Larry “Dutch” Woller)

“Consult not your fears but your hopes and your dreams. Think not about your frustrations, but about your unfulfilled potential. Concern yourself not with what you tried and failed in, but with what it is still possible for you to do…” (Pope John XXIII ) 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 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 🙂 )..

Neither rain, sleet, snow, gloom of night nor conoavirous (I do not have the disease at this time 🙂 ) will get between me and happiness because “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)… 🙂

Happiness is to have loved
Than have not loved at all,
To share love with another
To always heed one’s heart call.

Happiness is to follow one’s dream
To be who one wishes to be,
To live one’s own life one’s own way
Not live the life of another, you see.

Happiness is always waking up on
The green side of the grass,
Even though the day may be stormy
Knowing it too shall pass.

Happiness is knowing another
A understanding, caring friend,
Someone to share life’s memories with
A friendship to never end.

Happiness is to pen thoughts
Let the fingers do the walking,
Thoughtful words that come  from within
Because the heart does the talking.

Happiness is knowing when to end a poem
For it is down life’s highway I need to venture,
To gather more memories and thoughts to share
As I live, and enjoy, tomorrow’s new adventure.
(Larry “Dutch” Woller)

Hello Diary,

Yes, it is a calm Sunday morning after some snow yesterday….

Ole Man Winter is still in town but we are happy anyway because we have tea, fine reading and music… “Music gives a soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination and life to everything.” (Plato)… 🙂

Here on the path we also have some thoughts that rhyme… 🙂

A quiet Sunday morning to wake up to
Sitting, gazing out, with a spot of tea,
Contemplating today and my tomorrows
Wondering, what will the future might be.

A quiet Sunday morning, life is calling
Beckoning on the path, its mysteries many unfold,
Each to explore and treasure
One day to become a memory to behold.

A quiet Sunday morning, birds chirping
Another day to learn and explore about me.
It is my life.. only I can live it
So will do it my way.. don’t you see.

A quiet Sunday morning, of me being different
Reminding me of words from a song,
Where do I fit in, one would ask
One wonders, where do I belong.

A quiet Sunday morning, here on the path
At the end… on the horizon… lies my rainbow,
It is there my answers lie… the truth is known
Until then, only Fate and destiny will know.

Yes, a quiet Sunday morning, spirit, body and mind at the ready
To seek that rainbow… perhaps around the next bend,
Once found, I’ll have my answers, destiny known
And that will be the beginning, not the end.
 
                           (Penned by Larry “Dutch” Woller )

Sooooooooooo, I’ll better close for now and seek out that rainbow…. 🙂

But I shall return again one day, fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… so I will join my friends…

And it is on the path I shall venture… 🙂

“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) 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 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 🙂 )..

“Everyday on the path least traveled brings adventure and change, that change presents a challenge, mentally and physically, as to how to accept it and deal with it, generates an excitement about being me while exploring the universe, living a second of time and looking forward to what the next second of time brings, looking forward to living life and doing it my way.” (Larry “Dutch” Woller )

It is down the path least traveled I shall go
To a rainbow filled horizon I venture,
To seek, to learn, know peace, to enjoy life
A path filled with wonderful adventure.

A place where one is accepted as who they are
A spirit kindled to life, when mortal born,
A being coming from the depths within
And not subject to ridicule and scorn.

A place where I know freedom of thought and being
I am what I am, don’t you see,
Neither this one, neither that one, but all the above
In a mortal world, a free spirit, that’s me.

I do not travel the path alone, you see
There are memories and other spirits to behold,
Those that share… the joy and sadness
As I gather more memories, down that least traveled road.

So how long will my journey be, one would ask
Will I see the end of the path…ever?
The answer, I believe, lies on the horizon
Somewhere past… the 12th of Never….

So I shall bring my ramblings to an end
For there is one fact that I do know,
To reach the horizon, the 12th of Never
It’s down the path least traveled I must go!
( Larry “Dutch” Woller )

Hello Diary,

Woke up to a somewhat dreary day this morning and after finishing tasks and chores, sat down with a spot of tea.. the morning brought back memories of another morning in history’s past… back in the 1950’s when I were living on the farm… a photo of me and my younger brother…

And here is one of the family, I were standing between my Dad and my little sister, admiring a cornstalk we had grown…

Anyway, the memory was in April, a dreary day with drizzle and occasional sleet… we had a few milking cows and one of them was a young Holstein that look a great deal like the one in the photo…

Previously the young cow had become pregnant and it would be its first calf… well, Dad had said that I could have the calf as my own, so I kept careful watch on the mother cow as sometimes with first births, things don’t go well… while I were taking care of the mother I had dreams of me and the little calf living an enjoying life together, so looking forward to growing up together.. I loved history so I decided I would name the little calf Lancelot if it were a boy and Guinevere if it were a girl…

Well, on this particular April morning the cattle had come in from the pasture (50 acres with clover, etc about 2 feet high) and one could see that the mother had delivered the calf, and had abandoned the calf in the pasture… fear and worry set in… Dad said he would take care of the cattle and I was going into the pasture to find the little calf and he would join after quickly feeding..

I grabbed a fence post and wrapped a towel around it so I could use it for flag once I found the calf… it were drizzle with some sleet but off I ventured… after some time I managed to find the little calf in the weeds, still alive and covered with afterbirth…. It were a little girl and looked like the one in the photo only were black instead of brown..

I cleaned the Guinevere as best I could , planted the flag and started back to the barn when I saw Dad with the tractor and little trailer coming my way… we got Guinevere on the trailer, I stayed with Guinevere while Dad drove, we got her in the barn and covered her trying to warm her up.. Dad made me go into the house and Mom put me to bed while Dad, and finally the Vet, tried to help Guinevere.. Mom watched me while Dad spent the night in the barn with Guinevere… overnight I had developed pneumonia and by morning I had a 103F fever ( I would end up spending three days in the hospital)…

Unfortunately, in spite of our efforts, it were too little, too late for little Guinevere and during the night while I were dealing with pneumonia, little Guinevere passed away… Dad waited till I returned home from the hospital and we buried Guinevere in the pasture from where she came..

That was the first time I felt heartache, tasted sorrow and shed a sad tear for a love lost… “There are things that we don’t want to happen but have to accept, things we don’t want to know but have to learn, people we can’t live without but have to let go.” Nancy Stephan

And though it were brief, while I had her in my arms, Guinevere and I were able to look into each others eyes, our spirits united and share joy together for a moment in history before it were time to say goodbye….

Well, I had better close for now.. back to reality, dreams and adventures.. but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…

I do not say goodbye for goodbye sounds too much like forever… 🙂

It is International Woman’s Day every day 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 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 🙂 )..

“The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.” (Audrey Hepburn)…

Thoughts Of You, My Friend The Lady….

The garden roses are red
The backyard violets are blue,
Brightness, delicacy, and warmth to behold
That starts me to think of you!

Your beauty, inside and out
That brightens the darkest skies,
Can feel the glowing warmth
Of your lovely, soft, eyes!

Your lovely soft hands
Used with passionate gentleness
Delicate nimble fingers
With a touch of tenderness

And there are your thoughts
That I cherish and treasure,
That I value so highly
They are beyond measure!

One who ventures ever forward
Facing life without dread or fear,
Yet not letting go of the precious past
Holding on to all that is dear,

A few thoughts of you, my friend the lady
Coming from the heart
Thoughts that will never end
Even though in life, we may part.
(penned by Larry “Dutch” Woller, )

Hello Diary,

Yes, today is International Women’s Day and it should be every day.. They are as intelligent and courageous as any other creature “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) and anyone that uses gender to judge another is either jealous or scared… 🙂

I have had many friends over history’s past and one of them was June E.C. Farley Clark (she passed away a few years ago near 90 years young).. She lived in Skendleby, England..

She occasionally wrote for the newspaper and wrote poetry under the name Chris Clark, she was a distant cousin to Elizabeth Barrett Browning.. in this photo she was given an award in poetry (she is sitting in the center)…

We never physically met, but thanks to technology we shared thoughts, poetry, etc for nearly 10 years… on this day I thought I would share one of her poems she shared with me…

Borrowing…..

I came, Lord, many-gifted;
I brought my gifts in my arms;
I laid my gifts at the feet of a man,
and knelt, like a beggar, with tears.
The man was silent.
He saw my gifts;
despising the giver
he opened them all,
and laid them by.

First there was beauty,
For I had my share,
and I’d wrapped it with slenderness,
offering it there.
Be-ribboned with laughter,
and tinselled with grace,
it was a fair offering
in any case!

Then there was wit,
Which I’d valued more;
Bright ropes of intelligence
prisoned that store.
Words, sparkling with humour,
Dimpling with charm,
all softened with tenderness,
to work him no harm.

Finally, youth,
Days, months and years;
light-footed with fantasy,
untouched by grey fears.
Song-circled, life-burgeoning,
I gave him all;
Sweet years of green-ness
brought at his call.

The man took them, my gifts;
A little sad.
But he didn’t realise –
I wish he had! –
That I gave them very willingly;
Sorry for my guilt
that the one gift I ought to bring
had long before been spilt!
(copyright June “Chris Clark” Farley )

Well, I better close for now… the sun is up and have dreams to follow and adventures waiting for me.. will enjoy the day because it won’t come again.. but I will return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂

And for all you ladies in the universe all I can say is “you go, girl!”.. 🙂

“Far away there in the sunshine are my highest aspirations. I may not reach them but I can look up and see their beauty, believe in them, and try to follow them.” (Louisa May Alcott) on theh 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 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 Believe I’d Like To Be Different Instead…

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.

(Penned by Larry “Dutch” Woller )

Hello Diary,

Hey, Diary, guess what I have been doing…. “When one suddenly finds oneself in a swamp up to one’s armpits in alligators, it is difficult to remember the objective was to drain the swamp”.. 🙂

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)

Developed a sweet tooth for something different and didn’t have time to bake or cook so I took a break from dusting and gathered up some apple pie filling and two graham pie crusts….

Crushed the pie crusts and mixed the ingredients together, and using recycled fruit cups, filled the cups with the mixture…gave it a touch of cinnamon..

And Voila! Dutch’s Apple Cobbler ready for the microwave… 🙂

Well, I had better close for now… busy, busy, busy… “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).. but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise.. 🙂

Definitely will have to take time to get on board the ole train to spread some love and peace..“I alone cannot change the world, but I can cast a stone across the waters to create many ripples.” ( Mother Teresa)

So come on Dairy, get on board… 🙂