It is change, continuing change, inevitable change, that is the dominant factor in society today. No sensible decision can be made any longer without taking into account not only the world as it is, but the world as it will be.” (Issac Asimov) on the path least traveled…

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“Change is the law of life. And those who look only to the past and present are certain to miss the future.” (John F. Kennedy)….

Winds of Change…

I watched that heavy door begin to close….
all the while the winds above me rose…..
The years whisper and whistle back into my ear…..
the memories haunted by sorrows and fear….

With a new day it finally dawned on me….
the past needed locking and I had the key…..
Leave it behind, leap and fly away free….
let the winds of change blow and carry me……

Feel them lifting my wings now able to soar…..
up to an open sky and caged no more…..
Flying so fast to where no hurt can find…..
a place of peace now inhabits my mind……

This heart full of courage never ceases to beat…..
knowing my history is not destined to repeat…..
Clear paths now lead me to a new destination…..
for my life, my future and the next generation…….
(Kelly Deschler )…..

Hello Diary (still having issues with WordPress… 🙂 ),……..

Yes, there is change here on the path in many forms…… one of those changes is the season, for Fall is on the horizon as indicated by the garden…. there are many habitants, animal and plant, in the gardens here on the path and they are preparing for fall and the winter doldrums… each and everyone different in their own way… among the plants with their last blooms:……

Red rose….

The Hosta…

And the white rose…

Even the trees are leaving a hint of what’s to come… 🙂

Yes, we all live here in a not so secret garden…

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 no matter the changes and life’s challenges, here on the path it is still a wonderful world… :)…….

Well, I had better close for now, I need to start preparing for fall and the winter doldrums also… but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…….

Until we meet again…. 🙂

May love and laughter light your days,
and warm your heart and home.
May good and faithful friends be yours,
wherever you may roam.
May peace and plenty bless your world
with joy that long endures.
May all life’s passing seasons
bring the best to you and yours!
(Irish Saying)

“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…

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Yes, even with today’s world in turmoil, there is always hope for “Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul – and sings the tunes without the words – and never stops at all.” (Emily Dickinson)… 🙂

HOPE IS

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,

Taking a brief break in chasing dreams while venturing down the path of life to share a few thoughts… pleasant weather for past few days and ventured out to feed the fish in the pond…

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The pond is about 8 feet by 6 feet and averages 2 feet deep… seen the red hibiscus in full bloom…

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And around the corner the hosta were blooming also…

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Blooming is slowly coming to the end and are starting to preparing for the winter doldrums with fall on the horizon…. another indication of fall approaching are the spiders… this spider decided to use the car and the house…. 🙂

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The web is near 5 feet across and the spider were approximately 4 inches across.. the spider tucked out of sight just before I took the picture… 🙂

It is definitely the time of year to have some kind of light should one venture outdoors at night as I seen this spider while gathering the weather data… 🙂

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But, like all other creatures, even though they are different they have a place here on the path to seek out their destiny and follow their dreams…

The new year is rapidly approaching
As I contemplate the tomorrow,
Leaving some memories filled with happiness
A few memories filled with sorrow.

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
All my friends and I,
That one day there will be peace
No more mortals will die.

And there will be 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, fear or sorrows,
But a heart filled with a dream of love and peace
For a world and all its tomorrows.
(Larry “Dutch” Woller)

Well, I had better close for now… more adventures in the winds and dreams to follow… “Oh, yesterday’s over my shoulder, so I can’t look back for too long, there’s just too much to see waiting in front of me, and I know that I just can’t go wrong” (Jimmy Buffet).. but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂

Until we meet again……

May your spirit only know peace
May your heart only know love
May all your dreams come true
May your life’s journey be filled with happiness
And life is all that you wish for it to be….
(Larry “Dutch” Woller)

“The new year is approaching, and with a dream in my pocket and following my heart, it is down the path I shall venture” on the path least traveled…

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Christmas has passed but the spirit remains with New Year and Destiny appearing on the horizon…

The new year is rapidly approaching
As I contemplate the tomorrow,
Leaving some memories filled with happiness
A few memories filled with sorrow.

I peer out my window
At a winter world..cold and bleak,
A world of conflict, anger and hate
Mortals are suffering as I speak.

But we have a dream
Martin 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,

Christmas day has passed, got a few presents from Santa, and managed to evolve from the day relatively unscathed.. 🙂 a peaceful day as I relaxed and browsed the memory banks titled “Christmases Past”… I remember one Christmas as I were preparing dinner and I heard a noise.. It seems that little Bree (Jack Russell, passed away a few years ago)…

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Encountered the Christmas mouse among the packages…

I was working on dinner
When there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the kitchen
To see what was the matter.

I ventured to the living room
And there, among the presents, I did see,
Standing nose to nose, paw to paw
Was the Christmas mouse and little Bree.

With spatula in hand, ENOUGH, I yelled
With a voice so loud and clear,
So that the Christmas mouse and Bree
Scattered to the winds, far and near..

Then it was back to the kitchen and the turkey
No thoughts of sugar plums, dancing in my head,
But thoughts of a Christmas TV dinner
Cooking in the microwave instead………
( Larry “Dutch” Woller,)

The three of us managed to survive that Christmas day relatively uscathed also.. 🙂 coming back to reality, what does one get when one has too much idle time on ones hands and mixes mini-marshmallows and graham crackers…

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In a microwave oven for 15 seconds, one would ask?.. S’mores Galore!!!!.. 🙂

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Well, I had better bring my rambling to an end.. the New Year and Destiny is on the horizon and I need to seek them out.. but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…

“ 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), soooooooooo it is on down the path I go following my dream..

“It’s not how much we give but how much love we put into giving.” (Mother Teresa) not only on Christmas day, but every day on the path least traveled…..

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A gift of flowers for Christmas day..

A Christmas Bouquet for you, my love
Each bloom has been chosen in hopes to convey
To bring in the season of joy this year
With my message of love this day

With a red Carnation,
To show how my heart aches for you,
Posies of Forget-Me-Nots,
To show my love is true

And fragrant Freesias,
Embracing trust we share
With Lilies of the Valley,
Returning happiness and care

Daisies to show,
My love is loyal – undivided,
As the Phlox whispers softly,
‘Our spirits are united,’

And I’ve added Primrose,
To remind you again
That I can’t live without you,
And with you I’ll remain

And all about this Christmas bouquet,
Are sprigs of Baby’s Breath, sown
So delicately displayed
With a message of their own,

So with this Christmas bouquet, my love
I shall eternally bestow
A heartfelt message of love,
Even these blooms seem to know.

Merry Christmas….
(Larry “Dutch’ Woller)

With the season of giving..

Hello Dairy…

Christmas Eve is nearing and in the spirit of giving there are gifts under tree on the path.. gifts that that I place under the tree that cannot be purchased..the tree and the gifts are there each and every day, not just Christmas…..“The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched – they must be felt with the heart.” (Helen Keller).. 🙂

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The gift of hope
Children can 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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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 these gifts do not have a name on them so anyone can open them in the spirit of giving.. I do hope the gifts will be received with the same joy in which they were given… 🙂

It will be quiet in the home this Christmas, but I do not despair .. for over the years I have stored memories of Christmas past in the heart for when I grow too old to dream..

No matter where..

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Or when…

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And with home being where the heart is, I will always be home for Christmas with family and friends…

That being said, I had better see if Santa has left anything for me.. will be enjoying the holidays, but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise..

Merry Christmas, planet Earth, and hope the day (and every day) is filled with love, happiness, peace and good will for all…

“Try to be a rainbow in someone’s cloud.” (Maya Angelou) on the path least traveled…

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It is the time of year when all is in a hurry to enjoy the holiday season and sometimes one forgets about those who may not have that luxury…

And one should not forget about those who are there by ones side be it sickness or health, for the good days or bad days, when others may walk away…

He is my other eyes that can see above the clouds;
My other ears that hear above the winds.
He is the part of me that can reach out into the sea.

He has told me a thousand times over that
I am his reason for being: by the way he
rests against my leg; by the way he thumps
his tail at my smallest smile; by the way he
shows his hurt when I leave without taking him.
(I think it makes him sick with worry when he
is not along to care for me.)

When I am wrong, he is delighted to forgive.
When I am angry, he clowns to make me smile.
When I am happy, he is joy unbounded.
When I am a fool, he ignores it.
When I succeed, he brags.
Without him, I am only another person.
With him, I am all-powerful.
He is loyalty itself.
He has taught me the meaning of devotion.
With him, I know a secret comfort and a private peace.
He has brought me understanding
where before I was ignorant.
His head on my knee can heal my human hurts.
His presence by my side is protection against
my fears of dark and unknown things.
He has promised to wait for me…
whenever…wherever–in case I need him.
And I expect I will–as I always have.
He is just my dog.
(Author Gene Hill…)

Hello Diary,
Busy, busy here… getting ready for Christmas and the New Year…

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It were a couple of weeks before Christmas
With a half decorated tree,
It was all quiet in the house
One could hear a pin drop, you see.

Still in my pajamas
All snuggled in bed,
With visions of winning the lottery
Dancing in my head…

There were a loud noise
And I awoke with a start,
I shuffled to the windows
The curtains I did part.

Was it 9 tiny reindeer
With a jolly elf dressed in red?
Disappointment in the air
It were the garbage collector instead.

I ventured to the kitchen
For a spot of tea and some toast,
Opened the fridge to find
A turkey and dressing to roast.

Ventured to the room with the tree
Being warmed by the morning sun,
At a glance I realized with a frown
That there’s dusting to be done.

In the corner were the vacuum
Looking so forlorn,
It needs to be run
Some time before Christmas morn.

Presents needing paper, ribbons
Bows and all that matter,
I stand outside with rake in hand
A yard full of leaves to gather.

A present under the tree
Could it be my favorite toy?
Then a thought came to mind
I may be too tired to enjoy… sighhhhh
(Larry “Dutch” Woller)

Thinking about Santa and checking to make sure one is good or bad, were thinking back to last spring when I saw two deer wander down my street, one looked right at me…

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There are deer in the area but rarely do they venture into the village, especially during the daytime…. would it be possible that Santa sent those two deer to check up on ole Dutch, one wonders??.,…hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..

Well, the day is calling, things to do so will close for now.. But I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂

Yes, for some their Christmas present is priceless and cannot be purchased….

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“It’s not how much we give but how much love we put into giving.” (Mother Theresa) on the path least traveled…

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It is the season of giving and here on the path giving is done every day… Gifts that cannot be purchased.. A gift to help someone realize their dreams..

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A gift for someone who, while dealing with life’s challenges, start to have doubts about themselves..

Hello Diary,

Yes, it is the season of giving here on the path, a giving that is fueled by love!.. 🙂 love, which cannot be seen, touched…. or purchased on Black Friday or any other day… 🙂

How many ways do I love thee
Too many for mere words to say,
A love that grows and grows in strength
With each and every day!

I love your thoughts, and feelings
Each and every word I treasure,
Warms the heart, spirit and mind
To heights impossible to measure!

I love your laughter, your humor
The gentle teasing, a word here and there,
Present in all our conversations
Present in everything we share.

I love your soft warm eyes
Enchanting with the color blue,
I love you lovely lips
That holds the words, I Love You

I love you mostly because YOU are YOU
With whose love I’ve been richly blessed,
Our love in our little world
A eternal love and eternal happiness!!!

(penned by Larry “Dutch” Woller )

“Never say I love you
If you really don’t care,
Never talk about feelings
If they really aren’t there.

Never hold my hand
If your going to break my heart
Never say your going to
If you don’t plan to start.

Never look into my eyes
If all you do is lie
Never say hello
If you really mean goodbye.

If you really mean forever
Then say you will try,
If not, then never say forever
Cause forever makes me cry
(Author Unknown)

Perhaps the beginning of a relationship… “Love is the expansion of two natures in such fashion that each include the other, each is enriched by the other.” Felix Adler

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A life with that certain someone.. “You don’t love the person you can live with, you love the person you cannot live without” (Author Unknown).

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Or the beginnings of a friendship… “A single rose can be my garden… a single friend, my world.” Leo Buscaglia

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Whatever the reason, here on the path there is love in our hearts and we are sitting on top of the world… 🙂

Well, I had better close… adventures, giving and dreams to chase… busy, busy, busy… 🙂 “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) but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…

Giving and love is in the air and it is a wonderful world here on the path indeed!.. 🙂

On this Thanksgiving (and every day) “Let there be peace on earth and let it begin with me” (Vince Gill) on the path least traveled…

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Thanksgiving Eve is approaching on the prairies and the path least traveled, time to contemplate the future while browsing through memories past…

Thanksgiving has arrived
Another year as gone bye,
Been busy chasing dreams
Living life..time did fly,

A time to contemplate the past
A time to give thanks…they say,
To relive treasured memories
Of each and every passing day.

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
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)

“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).
And for all those wonderful spirits and people that graced the path with their presence over time, thanks for the memories.. 🙂

Hello Dairy…
(Were going to post tomorrow, Wednesday, but with the potential for hazardous weather on the horizon, thought I had better do it today… 🙂 )

Thanksgiving and the holidays are on the horizon.. and hopefully not only for a time of cheer but also a time of peace, hope, love, understanding and friendship for everyone, that is my dream for the holidays (and every day)… 🙂

In history’s past, on the path, I had a dream
Of a world in harmony it did seem,
Accepting one as to who they believe and are
One’s lifes choices no one did bar.

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Free to climb a mountain, to touch a star
Free to search the universe, where answers are,
Free to venture through life, with open mind
Another’s belief, it did not blind.

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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.

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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.

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I still have that dream, you know
A dream that began a long time ago,
A dream without end, each and every day
Until the four winds, they all blow away.
(Larry “Dutch” Woller)

The universe knows that I am not into religion (as my late wife’s Chaplain said “ it is what is in the heart that matters, not a name above a door) but I agree with Vince and Jenny Gill…

Well, I had better close… need to prepare for the holidays also, all the while awaiting what adventures lies ahead.. but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise..

Of course, what makes the holidays magical, especially Christmas, are the children (like me.. 🙂 )… to see the wonder in their eyes and the excitement in their voices… “To me there is no picture so beautiful as smiling, bright-eyed, happy children; no music so sweet as their clear and ringing laughter.” (P. T. Barnum)

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Charlie Daniels often refers to the children as “Little Folks”…

Little folks are people too
Very much like me and you
The little things they say and do
They kinda make your day
Foolishness and common sense
Through the eyes of innocence
Skip a rope or jump a fence
Gettin’ in the way

Daddy, why are you so tall?
Daddy, why am I so small?
Daddy, who makes snowflakes fall?
Could it be the Lord?
Chasing puppies, climbin’ trees
Bumping heads and skinnin’ knees
It’s not very hard to see
That kids are God’s reward

Little folks get down and out
The girls will cry and boys will pout
Before you know what it’s about
They’re smiling once again
Colored kites on summer breeze
Jingle Bells and Christmas trees
Too soon they’re only memories
Do you remember when?

Daddy, what makes eagles fly?
What makes clouds float in the sky?
And Daddy, if I really try
Will I grow up someday?

But little folks slip through our hands
Like so many grains of sand
You’d best enjoy them while you can
So soon they fly away…

“At the end of the day people may not remember what you said or did, but they will remember how you made them feel.” (Maya Angelou) on the path least traveled….

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Thanksgiving (and the holidays) are nearing here on the prairies and taking time to relax and browse some memories… 🙂

As the holiday approaches
One contemplates not the day,
But all the years of memories and thoughts
That one acquired along the way.

Memories filled with sadness, sorrow perhaps
Memories with happiness, joy and no fear,
Memories to bring out the laughter
Memories to bring out a tear.

A special time and one to treasure
And not because of the calendar age,
Because a life of memories and thoughts
Will be adding another page!

Even though distance and time apart
It will be a day that all will share,
As love knows no time or distance
Be assured, if only in spirit, I will be there!

It will become our memory, and we will share
The special time of year, every day…… forever,
Because of a love and spirit eternal
Beyond…………. the 12th of Never!!
(Larry “Dutch” Woller)

Hello Diary,

Yes, Thanksgiving and the holiday season here on the path approaches and hopefully filled with cheer and goodwill to man.. I am at the ready.. 🙂

Thanksgiving dinner… Check! 🙂

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Dessert…. Check! 🙂

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Wine… Check! 🙂

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And for my backyard friends… Check!.. 🙂

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And for those who may be dealing with life’s challenges the holidays, and every day… Check!

For the hungry.. “When I give food to the poor, they call me a saint. When I ask why the poor have no food, they call me a communist.” Helder Camara

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For those in need…“Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired, signifies in the final sense a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed.” (Dwight D. Eisenhower)

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For those dealing with health issues.. “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)

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And for the children.. “To me there is no picture so beautiful as smiling, bright-eyed, happy children; no music so sweet as their clear and ringing laughter.” P. T. Barnum

St. Jude…

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Unicef..

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And I have some holiday cheer ready to put in the mail and hopefully brighten someone’s day..

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Soooooooooo, I believe I am ready for the holidays, to open the bottle of wine and while listening to holiday music, browse the memories that time created.. like the one of my daughter and son, one Christmas morning (before emails, smartphones and Facebook)… 🙂

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Well, I will bring my holiday ramblings to a close and prepare for what new adventures may be on the horizon, following my dreams being led by the heart….but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂

Memories of home will live in my heart (for when I grow too old to dream) and because “home is where the heart is”, I will always be home for Christmas… 🙂

I’ll be home for Christmas
You can plan on me
Please have snow and mistletoe
And presents on the tree

Christmas Eve will find me
Where the lovelight gleams
I’ll be home for Christmas
If only in my dreams

“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” 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 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 🙂 )

Busy, busy, busy on the path least traveled…

I set here with my tea
And watch the leaves a fallin’
It’s becoming clear that one day
Jack Frost will come a callin’

Most of my bird friends have went south
In the southern warmth they’ll stay
But I’ll not shed a tear in sorrow
For they’ll be back again some day

All us creatures that are staying behind
To deal with the cold and snow
Are getting our house in order
And waiting for winter’s blow

The squirrels are gathering leaves and such
To insulate their winters nest
The possum is checking every nook and cranny
To find a place for his winters rest

The bee’s are picking up the pace
Gathering nectar with the morning sun
Storing winter food for the hive
Before their work on earth is done

A spider spinning it’s web of silk
I watched as it grew and grew
Soon to become natures work of art
With tomorrow’s early morning dew

This poem could go on and on and on
But alas, I have things to do
For, like it or not, don’t you see
I need to get ready for winter too.
(Larry “Dutch” Woller)

Hello Diary,

It’s a Wednesday, checking the “to do” list and busy preparing for change, the holidays and winter… did update, optimize and scan technology… Check! 🙂

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Decorations near complete… Check! 🙂

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Presents under tree… Check! 🙂

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Preparing holiday greetings… Check! 🙂

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Holiday music at the ready.. Check! 🙂

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Laundry finished… Uncheck 😦

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Vacuum finished.. Uncheck 😦

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Mopping finished.. Uncheck 😦

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Dusting finished… Uncheck 😦

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I know what I’mmmmmmmmmmmmmm going to be doing during the holidays…sighhhhhhhhhhh

Well I had better close for now, perhaps work on the “ to do” list and prepare some thoughts about Thanksgiving and the holidays for Sunday.. But I shall return again one day, fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂

Maybe Rose Milligan, Mowgli and Baloo the bear have the right idea… 🙂

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)

Look for the bare necessities
The simple bare necessities
Forget about your worries and your strife
I mean the bare necessities
Old Mother Nature’s recipes
That brings the bare necessities of life

Wherever I wander, wherever I roam
I couldn’t be fonder of my big home
The bees are buzzin’ in the tree
To make some honey just for me
When you look under the rocks and plants
And take a glance at the fancy ants
Then maybe try a few

Chorus; The bare necessities of life will come to you
They’ll come to you!
Look for the bare necessities
The simple bare necessities
Forget about your worries and your strife
I mean the bare necessities
That’s why a bear can rest at ease
With just the bare necessities of life

Now when you pick a pawpaw
Or a prickly pear
And you prick a raw paw
Well next time beware
Don’t pick the prickly pear by the paw
When you pick a pear
Try to use the claw
But you don’t need to use the claw
When you pick a pear of the big pawpaw
Have I given you a clue?

Oh man this is really living
So just try and relax, yeah cool it
Fall apart in my backyard
‘Cause let me tell you something little britches
If you act like that bee acts, uh uh
You’re working too hard

And don’t spend your time lookin’ around
For something you want that can’t be found
When you find out you can live without it
And go along not thinkin’ about it
I’ll tell you something true

“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 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… 🙂

Me 1 copy

( “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 🙂 )

A new year is approaching, changes to be made, decisions, decisions… “If you don’t know where you’re going, you may miss it when you get there” ― (Kathleen Long, Chasing Rainbows).. 🙂

I awoke one morning, alone, in history’s past..
Left with a heart full of memories, a decision to make,
Confronted with two paths to my destiny..
Heart and mind to decide which one to take.

Take the one most traveled, the logical safe choice…
The one chosen by the multitudes..the human race,
Like sheep, following a path determined by another…
No self identity, all bearing the same face.

A most traveled path whose direction is chosen by a few
The rest to follow, ever so blind,
Their destiny not chosen by their own hand
Their fate determined, by a closed mind.

The other path less traveled, mysterious and unknown
Where one can be different, like me I confess,
Without fear of ridicule, bigotry  and hate
A path filled with love… and happiness.

A path less traveled where one can follow ones dreams
An open mind to see what others do not,
To live a life guided by one’s heart
While the other path one cannot.

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.

My fate will be unknown, what lies ahead unsure
I do not know…. what my destiny will be,
But one thing will be certain, written in stone
I shall venture down that path …..being “ME“.
          (penned by Larry “Dutch” Woller)

Yes, here on the path we have a dream…“Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird, that cannot fly.” (Langston Hughes )

Hello Diary,

It is a Sunday and I woke up to a wintry type morning with red skies…

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And it reminds me of a saying “red skies in the morning, sailors warning”… the red indicates moisture in the air and the sun rising will heat and destabilize the atmosphere and could create weather (with summer like temperatures, thunderstorms) and they do have rain/snow forecasted for later today… thought I would take a brief moment to share some thoughts…

Did some reading yesterday but with the new year approaching and changes on the horizon, decided to start to upgrade technology, getting ready to bring in the new… I am currently working on two PCs, one will be set up for blogging, browsing, poetry, etc….

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And the other will be for research, weather, business, etc…
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Of course, one will back up the other if needed… does that mean I will get rid of the “old”?.. Noooooooooo… I have a old 9 inch tablet that will not be able to get online in the future…

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And I have numerous CDs which I have been downloading onto a flash drive from time to time and uploaded on the little tablet (the tablet will not use CDs) and I have added speakers and the little tablet has become a first class stereo… I have located it near the center of the house and can listen to uninterrupted music all day long!!… 🙂

Also my old camera crashed and burned but rather than purchase a new camera, I dusted off an old smartphone I were not using….

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And it is now officially “the camera”… all the photos I have taken for the past month have been by the phone.. 🙂

Well, I had better close for now… a easy chair, a cup of tea (too early for wine 🙂 ) and the ever faithful Kindle are waiting… but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…

“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)…..sooooooooooo,

“Don’t walk in front of me… I may not follow
Don’t walk behind me… I may not lead
Just walk beside me… and be my friend” ― Albert Camus

And it will be two for the path least traveled… 🙂