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 peer out my window
At a world..cold and bleak,
A world of conflict, anger and hate
Mortals are suffering as I speak.
But we have a dream
My friends and I,
That one day there will be peace
No more mortals will die.
And there is hope
Of a world filled with love one day,
A wish that could come true
For hope is the last to die…they say.
Not a world of race, color or gender
Nor closed minded ridicule or prejudice… you see,
But a world that respects another’s dream
Of what or who they wish to be.
So I peer out the window
Not with sadness, sorrow or fear,
But a heart filled with a dream
That everyone.. has a wonderful new year.
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.
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, you see
So down the path least traveled I will venture, with spirit born free
(Penned by Larry “Dutch” Woller )
Taking a brief break from dealing with life’s challenges and the weather to share a few thoughts… remember the little white rose I mentioned my last visit, Diary?.. Well, here it is “busting loose”… 🙂
And it is joined by the peonies…
And the little white clover…
All my backyard friends do enjoy them, Mr. Rabbit especially likes the clover.. I do not use chemicals in the yard… it was a pleasant day out when I took the photos so decided to repair the ground feeder…
It is a nylon cloth used by gardeners to deal with weeds.. any rain will seep through the cloth but will not lose any seeds I scattered for my backyard friends.. earthworms live underneath and feed off any residue…. Sooooooooooo, I get the cloth down and anchored, seeds/feed scattered and Dutch’s Buffet is open for business… 🙂
That were in the morning… later in the day I browsed the backyard.. on the north end by the feeder the birds, squirrels, rabbits, etc. took advantage of the invitation… 🙂
In the center of the backyard the pond was alive, the fish had survived the winter and were busy scurrying about feeding and enjoying the day…
And on the south end of the backyard I saw the cat family… they are wild, much like their cousins in Africa and other parts of the world, obviously rejected, abandoned and left to their own devices by society because they are different…
Here is the mother cat with three kittens approximately 1-2 months old…
The father was partially hidden so I had to get a photo from another location, the black arrow points to the father, the red arrow to mom and the kittens…
I don’t seem them often and I do not know where they call home, but they are not rejected here because they are different… yes, everyone is different here on the path, allowed to follow their dreams, each having hope their dream will come true… 🙂
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.
Well, I had better close for now… need to “batten the hatches” for possible thunderstorms later today..“I’m not afraid of storms, for I’m learning how to sail my ship.” (Louisa May Alcott).. But I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂
“Don’t walk in front of me… I may not follow
Don’t walk behind me… I may not lead
Walk beside me… and be my friend”
(Albert Camus )