“A home that is built with patience, understanding and love will withstand the strongest winds of difficulties and conflict , a home built with a closed mind, insincerity or haste will collapse in a mere breeze of discontent.” (Larry “Dutch” Woller ) 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 🙂 ).. 🙂





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 Diary, Thanksgiving and the holidays are on the horizon.. And as tradition here on the path is starting to prepare cards for the holidays… 🙂
 

 Yes, it is Santa’s helper
 While sipping on some Christmas cheer,
 Sending season’s greetings
 And a very Happy New Year.
  
   

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)… 🙂 love world
 

 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.
  
 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.
  
  
 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.
  
 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.
  
 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..
 

 Until we meet again… 
  
 Home is where the heart is…. 🙂
  
   

“Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.” (Mahatma Gandhi) 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 🙂 ).. 🙂 Relaxing with a spot of tea and contemplating all my wealth… 🙂

 

 I’m far richer than the rich
 Wealthier than the wealthy by far,
 I have gold in the sun
 I have silver in the star.
  
 I have dreams that I follow
 That are more precious than gold,
 As I venture through life
 Eagerly watching the dreams unfold.
  
 I have diamonds, too many to count
 With each new fallen snow,
 As I watch each one twinkle
 Basking in the suns glow.
  
 I have nature’s painting
 Priceless, a portrait of the sky,
 Impossible to duplicate
 Though many did try.
  
  Each bloom of the red rose
 A ruby, one of a kind,
 And with the white rose
 A pearl comes to mind.
  
 Money have I none
 But wealth I have got,
 But  I don’t fit in with
 The wealthy and rich lot.
  
 But I’m not going to change
 On this wealthy path  I’ll stay,
 Till the rivers run dry
 And the four winds all blow away.
                (Larry “Dutch” Woller )
  
   
It is a wonderful world indeed here on the path… 🙂 It is Saturday morning, taking a break in the activities to share a few thoughts… change is continuing here on the path.. Woke up the other morning a saw my neighbors roof were white..

Had a heavy enough frost to appear to be snow… and speaking of snow, saw a few white cumulus clouds with what appears to be vapor hanging below them… it is what is referred to as “virga”, falling moisture that evaporates before reaching the ground.. and with the cold atmosphere in this particular instance, it is “snow”… 🙂

Yes, Ole Man Winter is here to stay for a time… most of my bird friends have left for a warmer climate, those passing through stopping at the feeder for a needed dinner…

And those knuckleheaded backyard rodents called squirrels stay here and keep me company through the winter… 🙂

And I try to help those passing through and those that stay get through the winter doldrums “I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel” (Maya Angelou)…… 🙂

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 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)
  
   
Yes, it is that time of year when it is time to say goodbye to all my backyard friends ( and all friends) who spent the summer here on the path and have moved on in search of their destinies…. 🙂 And I must close for now, life is calling and I need to see what it wants… 🙂 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, so until we meet again.. 🙂

“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) 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 🙂 ).. 🙂 Been there, done that ( I am sitting on the ground), I know first hand that conflict is not the answer… 🙂

 

 In Remembrance……
  
 We were volunteers, one and all
 So Noble.. Proud.. and Brave,
 Did not know the reasons for  war
 Just a people from tyranny to save!
  
 Glasses held high, we made an toast
 Surely that Victory would rule the day!
 While back at home, the voices of unrest
 Not a kind word for  us did they say.
  
 Some could not vote, children were we
 Some could not drink, but still our battle cry,
 Even with all that we could not do
 For us children, it was to do or die!
  
 Vietnam was a hostile, violent land
 The dangers, the horrors of war abound,
 Whether the paddies of Vietnam or the fields of home,
 Seemed for us, not a friend could be found.
  
 But we proudly  gave it our all
 Faced  our destiny, with a hint of fear of tomorrow
 Some to return to a mother’s joy
 Some to return to a mother’s sorrow.
  
 So should you be looking on today, lassies and lads
 One more toast,  hold your glasses high,
 To PEACE, HOPE and LOVE, may they long endure
 CHEERS!!!.. And SEMPER FI!!
           ( Sgt, Larry “Dutch” Woller, 12th Marine Regiment,
 Vietnam, 1965–1966...)
  
   
All conflict does is sow the seeds of suffering and anger… that anger simmers, like a cancer, and one day returns and history repeats itself… when will they ever learn… Hello Diary, Tomorrow is Wednesday and here in America a holiday known as Veterans Day… but here on the path we celebrate love and peace, not hate and conflict… “What difference does it make to the dead, the orphans and the homeless, whether the mad destruction is wrought under the name of totalitarianism or in the holy name of liberty or democracy?” ( Mahatma Gandhi).. 🙂
 
 
 I set here looking at the news
 The powers wanted peace they say,
 And while they spoke, bombs were dropped
 20 children died that day!
  
   
Peace..

 

 What’s wrong with this idea?
 Why not give PEACE a try,
 Let’s give it a go, everyone
 Maybe no more children will die 
  
 Smiles on their faces, while shaking hands
 Arms deals for defense would come into play,
 A bomb went off in a crowded market
 10 children died that day.
  
   
Love…

 

 What’s wrong with this idea?
 Why not give a world with LOVE a try,
 Let’s give it a go, everyone
 Maybe no more children will die 
  
  A war to end all wars, they said
 Yet to war they always return,
 Death, destruction, suffering and pain
 Won’t they every learn?
   
Understanding..

 

 What’s wrong with this idea?
 Let’s give UNDERSTANDING a try,
 Let’s give it a go, everyone
 Maybe no more children will die. 
  
  Anger versus anger, hate versus hate
 Seeds sown by war at home and away,
 Starvation , sickness, a mother in tears
 More and more children die every day.
  
 What’s wrong with this idea?
 Why not give PEACE, LOVE and UNDERSTANDING a try,
 Let’s give it a go, everyone
 Maybe no more children will die.
 ( Larry “Dutch” Woller) 
   

Well, I shall close for now, while thinking that perhaps one day all Mothers will wake up knowing there will not be fear in their hearts nor tears in their eyes because their children live in a world of love and peace…. But I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… Until we meet again..
 
 
 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.
           (Larry “Dutch” Woller)
  
   

“While you’re busy looking for the perfect person, you’ll probably miss the imperfect person who could make you perfectly happy” (Author Unknown) 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 🙂 ).. 🙂 I have been ask numerous times about my thoughts on being a friend.. I believe Adam Clarke says it best… 🙂

 

 "Portrait of a Friend"
 
 I can't give solutions to all of life's problems, doubts, 
 or fears. But I can listen to you, and together we will 
 search for answers.
  
 I can't change your past with all it's heartache and pain,
 nor the future with its untold stories.
 But I can be there now when you need me to care.
  
 I can't keep your feet from stumbling.
 I can only offer my hand that you may grasp it and not fall.
 
 Your joys, triumphs, successes, and happiness are not mine;
 Yet I can share in your laughter.
 
 Your decisions in life are not mine to make, nor to judge;
 I can only support you, encourage you,
 and help you when you ask.
 
 I can't prevent you from falling away from friendship,
 from your values, from me.
 I can only think of you, talk to you and wait for you.
 
 I can't give you boundaries which I have determined for you,
 But I can give you the room to change, room to grow,
 room to be yourself.
 
 I can't keep your heart from breaking and hurting,
 But I can cry with you and help you pick up the pieces
 and put them back in place.
 
 I can't tell you who you are or who you will be
 I can only love you and be your friend
                                       (Adam Clarke)
  
   
Hello Diary, Taking a brief break with a busy week, stopping briefly to share some thoughts… change is in the winds in many ways in today’s world and one of those changes is the seasons… and it is that time of year where I participate in one of my least favorite outdoor activities…. 🙂

The sad part is most of the leaves belong to my neighbor and my neighbor is in the process of moving to another town.. Sniffffffffffffff 😦 but will deal with the leaves and enjoy the day in the garden and backyard here on the path… 🙂
 
 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  )
  
   
Well, I had better close for now.. The day is yet to finish and there are dreams to follow… but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂 Until we meet again, should one mingle with the leaves with a open mind and heart, one may even find love!.. 🙂
 

 “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)
   

“It is tenderness for the past, courage for the present, hope for the future. It is a fervent wish that every cup may overflow with blessings rich and eternal, and that every path may lead to peace.” (Agnes M. Pharo) 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 🙂 )..
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I’m far richer than the rich
Wealthier than the wealthy by far,
I have gold in the sun
I have silver in the star.
 
I have dreams that I follow
That are more precious than gold,
As I venture through life
Eagerly watching the dreams unfold.
 
I have diamonds, too many to count
With each new fallen snow,
As I watch each one twinkle
Basking in the suns glow.
 
I have nature’s painting
Priceless, a portrait of the sky,
Impossible to duplicate
Though many did try.
 
 Each bloom of the red rose
A ruby, one of a kind,
And with the white rose
A pearl comes to mind.
 
Money have I none
But wealth I have got,
But  I don’t fit in with
The wealthy and rich lot.
 
But I’m not going to change
A rich dreamer I’ll stay,
Till the rivers run dry
And the four winds blow away.
 
         (Larry “Dutch” Woller )
 
It is a wonderful world here on the path indeed… Hello Diary, It is a quiet Sunday morning to sip a bit of tea and contemplate the tomorrows… 🙂

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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’
 
 

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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
 
 

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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
 
 

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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
 
 

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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
 

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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
 
 

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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)
 
 
The changes of the seasons have a impact on the affairs of the heart also… 🙂 Life and the day is calling, will need to venture out and see what they want… but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂 Until we meet again, may all your tomorrows be filled with love and happiness and keep a dream in your pocket…

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…

pond fish

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

red hibiscus

And around the corner the hosta were blooming also…

hosta

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…. 🙂

spider web

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)…

bree and car

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…

smores ingred

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

smores galore

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.

freedom

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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