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 )
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… 🙂