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)
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… 🙂