“For beautiful eyes, look for the good in others, for beautiful lips, speak only words of kindness, and for poise, walk with the knowledge that you are never alone.” (Audrey Hepburn ) 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… 🙂

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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 )

Hello Diary…

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”… 🙂

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And it is joined by the peonies…

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And the little white clover…

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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…

repairing 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… 🙂

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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… 🙂

birds feeding

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…

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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…

mom and kittens

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…

mom and dad cat

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.
(Linda Hotger)

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 )

“And in the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years.” (Abraham Lincoln) 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… 🙂

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“Red sky in the morning, sailors warning…red skies at night, sailors delight”…

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Yes, not only health, environment and social storms, but Mother Nature decided to enter the mix also… fortunately no severe storms here on the path.. 🙂
Here on the path we do not raise the “white flag”, the storms do not stop us from living life, sharing thoughts and dreams with others, etc…. stayed out of the darkness but in the light, had a cup of tea, danced in the rain and ventured into the universe..

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“I am what and who I am, venturing down the path of life, following my dreams, chasing rainbows and leaving safe harbor with sails set full, to boldly go where I have not been before”… (Larry “Dutch” Woller)

Hello Diary…

Here in the world of the path we are able deal with the storms because even though we are different, instead of closed minded ideology, we share the same world being who we are…

Just a few residents on the path… 🙂

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Attilia

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I live in a not so secret garden
Along the path least traveled,
Quite unlike the other world
A world that has become unraveled.

A garden of peace and harmony
Being different does not matter here,
All creatures, big and small, living together
Unlike the other world, they do not live in fear.

Together we live the hand that Fate has dealt us
Not sure, or dwell, on our final destiny,
But live to enjoy the moment, the hour, the day
That is what life is about, don’t you see.

So into the not so secret garden I will venture
Along the path least traveled,
To find love, understanding, to follow one’s dreams
Unlike the other world unraveled.
(Larry “Dutch” Woller )

And while we are living life’s adventures, we don’t turn a blind eye to others that could use some help so they can follow their dream also, especially the children…

childrens home

And all the while doing so in harmony… 🙂

Well, I had better close for now… more adventures waiting for me and possibly a few storms later.. but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂

“I never say goodbye because goodbye sounds too much like forever and forever makes me cry”…. (Larry “Dutch” Woller )

“I’m not afraid of storms, for I’m learning how to sail my ship.” (Louisa May Alcott) 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… 🙂

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“It is not easy to find happiness within ourselves, and it is not possible to find it elsewhere.” (Agnes Repplier )…. 🙂

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, today’s new adventure.
(Larry “Dutch” Woller)

“Worrying is like a rocking chair, it gives you something to do but it doesn’t get you anywhere” (Author Unknown)..

Hello Diary…

Yes, life has put many storms in the path but we do not worry… we concentrate not on the darkness, but the light and happiness.. “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)… 🙂

I am happy I am here to share a moment with my backyard friend, the Hummingbird….

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I am happy that I were able to share a moment with Mr. Rabbit, taking a brief break from our adventures to contemplate the tomorrows…

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I am happy that I were able to have the chance to dance and sing in the rain…

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I am happy, that with a open mind and heart, I am able to share life and memories with others, even though we may be different..

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Most of all I am happy that I am being me “Confidence is knowing who you are and not changing it a bit because of someone’s version of reality is not your reality.” (Shannon L. Alder )… 🙂

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Happiness reigns here on the path in spite of the storms “Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass, it’s about learning to dance in the rain” (Author Unknown) and in spite of the gloom and doom, in spite of any darkness that may be present, it is still a wonderful world here on the path least traveled… 🙂

Well, I had better close for now… adventures are waiting for me, so with a smile on my face and dreams in my heart, it is down the path I shall venture… but I shall return one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂

The heart, spirit and mind eagerly at the ready, on the path
To seek out the rainbow… perhaps around the next bend,
Once found, I’ll have followed my dream and be home, you see
And that will be a start of a new beginning, not the end.
  (Penned by Larry “Dutch” Woller )

“You are evidence of your mother’s strength… especially if you are a rebellious knucklehead and regardless, she has always maintained her sanity.” (Criss Jami) on the path least traveled…

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Dear Mom,

Thanks for letting me feel love
Be it joy, or be it heartache,
To know someone’s love
A treasured feeling their love did make.

Thanks for letting me live life
To explore, to follow one’s dream,
To seek out and live every adventure
Not enough time in the day… it did seem.

Thanks for letting me meet friends
To share thoughts of love, hope..perhaps a tear,
And by going down the path together in friendship
Doing away with hate, anger….and fear.

Thanks for giving me the courage
To follow my own path…to be me,
To not follow someone else’s path
To live my own….. reality.

Thanks for giving me an open mind
As I venture down the path… allowing me,
To gaze upon life’s treasures, large and small
That many others do not see.

Thanks for giving me an open heart
Able to love, understand and forgive,
And when I grow too old to dream
A place where my memories will live.

Yes, I have much to be thankful for, Mom
And every day the list gets longer… you see,
As I venture down the path least traveled
Searching for what destiny… has waiting for me.
(Larry “Dutch” Woller)

Hello Diary…

Yes, Mother’s Day is on the horizon…and for all the Mom’s out there (past, present and future) I know there are not enough of proper words to express the thanks and appreciation for the sacrifices you made, the love and kindness you gave and still give…. So I will put it all in these few words “Thank you and a very Happy Mother’s Day wherever you are”… 🙂

I received a invitation one day
Oh, not your regular kind,
The words not spoken or written
But were in the heart and mind.

To share a love and happiness
A love, that is precious and true,
A happiness that is eternal
That only lovers and dreamers knew.

The invite did not come the regular way
No cards, no letters, no phone.. you see,
It just appeared one day
In the depths, the spirit and heart of me.

The invite came from an unknown
A unknown too great for me to behold,
But it was to be a precious beginning,
Of a story, one day to be told.

( Larry “Dutch” Woller )

And there will be some like me who may not have Moms present (my wife passed away in March 2015 and my Mom passed away in December 2015) but they are always present as they occupy a special place in ones heart… “Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.” (Dr. Seuss)… 🙂

There is sorrow as I write this
A sadness in this heart of mine,
But knowing she’s free, suffer will she no more
All sorrow and sadness will heal… over time.

There will be happiness and joy
For her, this I know,
As she has joined loved ones
And to a place of peace and love she did go.

And one day I shall again greet my her
On my path… perhaps around the next bend,
It will be a joyful, loving reunion
And it will be the beginning, not the end.
 
And knowing this I will be happy
Precious memories, to come back whenever,
For like love, memories are everlasting
From now…….. to the 12th of Never.
(penned by Larry Woller )

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamonds glints in the snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain
When you awaking in the morning hush
I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight
I am the soft star that shines at night
Do not stand by my grave and cry
I am not there, I did not die
(Mary Frye)

Well, I had better close for now, life is calling and I had better see what it has instore for me…but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…

“ The love a mother has for her children is legendary, it is said a child is the mother’s heart outside her body.” (Author Unknown)

“Any piece of knowledge I acquire today has a value at this moment exactly proportioned to my skill to deal with it. Tomorrow, when I know more, I will recall that piece of knowledge and use it better. “ (Mark van Doren ) on the path least traveled…

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Today is “Giving Tuesday”.. I give a little every day, not just certain days or during disasters.. 🙂

COOP/SWOP Observer (since 2001 to present), NWS, ILX, NOAA, Dept of Commerce, USA.
Met Weather Office, United Kingdom.
Ebird (Cornell Lab of Orinthology/Audubon society).
Sustaining contributor E.I. Foodbank.
Sustaining contributor WILL, University of Illinois.
Guardian Parent program, Cunningham Children’s Home
Donator ; American Institute for Cancer Research.
Member; (since 2005 to present) BOINC Project (University of Berkeley, Calif.); Princess Margaret Cancer Center/World Community Grid (Mapping Cancer), Setihome (astrophysics/astrobiology University of Berkeley, Calif.; Climate Prediction.net/Oxford University (climate change)).

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Today is Cinco de Mayo, a day of celebration.. I celebrate every day I wake up on the green side of the grass and able to follow my dreams… “Every morning your have two choices: continue to sleep with your dreams, or wake up and chase them.” (Author Unknown)….. 🙂

Hello Diary…

Taking a brief break in a very, very busy week to share a few thoughts.. Inquisitive minds were asking about why I choose to learn Spanish.. Well, because I want to and the knowledge may help me understand the world others see through their eyes… unfortunately I do not live in an environment where I can be proficient at speaking the language and I have had to take a break from school, but I will soon be back learning… 🙂

It all started in circa 1961, I were a senior (12 grade) in school and were participating in the sport of football..

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It was early August, school had not officially started… we were allowed to use the practice field for exercise and practice the various plays but were not allow full contact, etc.. I were leaving the locker room to go to the practice field when I encountered a teacher, Mr. Shafer..

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He had both arms and two bags filled with books and papers (he were preparing to teach for the new semester).. With a grin on my face, I ask him if he were going back to school.. Mr. Shafer smiled and said; “Mr. Woller, the day you need not gather anymore knowledge is the day of your funeral”… I have kept that advice to this day which leads to my statement; “ 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)…. 🙂

Back to the present, I decided to learn Spanish online and chose a school called The Spanish Blog…

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The teacher is a wonderful young lady by the name of Laura Garrido Eslava..

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Sooooooooo, when time permits (hopefully in the near future I can establish a routine) I gather my notes…

spanish notes

And I am off to school…. 🙂

me at school

Alas, before I can go to school or celebrate, there are chores waiting to be dealt with so I had better close for now….but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…

Until we meet again..

“I’ve learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision.” (Maya Angelou) on the path least traveled….

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A peaceful Sunday Morning, watching the sun arise
Thoughts abound, while sipping on a spot of tea,
While taking in Nature’s outdoor portrait
Contemplating, on what Fate may have instore for me.

Change is slowly coming, it whispers in the winds
The door is slowly closing on past history,
With a new awakening with the mind and spirit
But the future is still shrouded in mystery.

With the freedom of being different, in many ways
No social shackles do this mortal wear,
Do welcome change with open mind and spirit
No fear, no worry or dread do I bear.

Does change stop at mortal death, one wonders
Or does it go on forever and ever,
Will I ask the same at another time and place
Somewhere past the 12th of Never?

Will thought and spirit continue
When, as in all things, time comes to an end,
Or does all things cease to be when
To the grave, the mortal body Fate does send.

Alas, but must deal with the present, this Sunday
So for now will store thoughts and musings yet to be told,
For it’s down the path least traveled I do venture
To search and hopefully find….what life, and Fate, may behold.

( Larry “Dutch” Woller )

Hello Diary…

Yes, having a relaxing Sunday, nothing planned..sitting here with a spot of tea thinking about life’s challenges and the upheaval caused…perhaps a brief small change in attitude would help lighten the mood somewhat “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)… 🙂

I looked on the calendar and saw just the attitude mood changer needed here on the path… it is a celebration on Tuesday called Cinco De Mayo and I can do it here at home… Sooooooooooo, to prepare I need to get my necklace…

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Then I need to get the sombrero out of storage….

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Of course, I need a bottle of wine (white)…

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And I am at the ready… 🙂

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I shall refrain from speaking Spanish as I know just enough to get me in trouble if I am not careful… 🙂

That being said, one should enjoy those changes in attitude, right Jimmy??… 🙂

Alas, I must close for now, Diary…before I can celebrate I need to do the laundry, run the sweeper, do the mowing and take the garbage out…so it is Adios for now, but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂

No matter the challenge or chaos, love will always find a way “You don’t love the person you can live with, you love the person you cannot live without” (Author Unknown)…..

“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) 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… 🙂

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Yes, in today’s world, with all life’s challenges, it is difficult to follow one’s heart, to realize one’s dreams, to be different, to be themselves… but one will not know happiness trying to be like someone else “It is not easy to find happiness within ourselves, and it is not possible to find it elsewhere.” (Agnes Repplier )… 🙂

Soooooooooo, one can color me different… 🙂

While sipping a spot of tea
And relaxing in the morning time,
While contemplating my tomorrows
Thought I’d pen some thoughts that rhyme.

As I venture through my life
With each step, all the while being me,
An open mind, a heart of dreams
A spirit, enjoying being free.

A spirit that views another
As another feels, wishes to be,
In a realm of acceptance
So another can enjoy being free.

Free…. to love another
No color, gender or race,
Only to know and feel happiness
No social walls to face.

Free to live life as one chooses
Follow a dream, the heart would say,
Free to walk ones own path of life
Filled with adventures along the way.

There are those who would color me different
Many to gaze upon me with dismay,
But unlike them, I’ve found happiness
Because I chose to live life my way.
(Larry “Dutch” Woller)

Hello Diary…

Like the world, all beings (plant and animal) here on the path different in its own way… making its journey down life’s path to its final destiny doing things their way… and there are those in the world outside the path that would look upon some of those beings with ridicule and contempt simply because they are different… with the coming of spring, some of those beings are making their presence known, thought I would share some photos…

One such being (who in some circles are considered pests) who were keeping a wary eye on me while he were having a bite of lunch was Mr. Squirrel…

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One such plant that is often ridiculed and thought of as a nuisance is the little wild viola… here is a field of blue…

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And a field of white…

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And the start of a pink variety…

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They are wild, I did not plant them, and here on the path they are welcomed and thought highly of!.. 🙂

And as I have said before, here on the path, being different is a blessing, not a curse….

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How are we so “different”?
If “different” is just a thing.
If we all have certain features,
What does “different” bring?

People filled with hatred,
Can’t possibly see,
That there’s not really “differences”
Between you and me.

Looks can’t show “difference”,
If they’re just there to be seen.
If you don’t look like someone else,
Why are they so mean?

If being “different” is what is wrong,
I’d rather not be right.
And I’d want to finish living,
Doing the “different” fight.
(Vincent Tabatha)

Yes, Diary, here on the path everything is beautiful in its own way….

Well Diary, I had better close for now.. Excitement is in the air as new adventures are on the horizon lie waiting for me…but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂

Yes, Diary, I shall follow my heart…

So my heart’s compass is pointed to the horizon for there lies my dreams
Sails set full, safe harbor fading in the distance, a faint glow to eye it seems,
And with a heart full of memories, one day I will no longer roam
When I finally meet my destiny, and end the long journey home.
(Penned by Larry “Dutch” Woller )