“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…. 🙂
  
   

“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)
  
   

“ 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) 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 🙂 ).. 🙂

 

 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)
  
   
With open mind and heart, everything is beautiful here on the path…

Hello Diary, With a world filled with anger and conflict, here on the path hope, understanding, freedom, happiness and love rule the day..

 
 
 Hope..,
 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.
  
   

 

 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...
 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.
  
   

 

 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.
  
   

 

 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)
  
   
In spite of challenges and closed minded ideologies, change is in the wind here on the path… 🙂

I shall close for now… dreams to follow, life to live and friends to share thoughts with… but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂 Until we meet again…
 

 May the love that you give
 Always return to you,
 That family and friends are many
 And always remain true,
 May your mind only know peace
 No suffering or strife,
 May your spirit only know love and happiness
 On your journey through life.
      (Larry “Dutch” Woller)
  
   

“The moment you have in your heart this extraordinary thing called love and feel the depth, the delight, the ecstasy of it, you will discover that for you the world is transformed.” (Jiddu Krishnamurti) 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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“Why is it we don’t always recognize the moment when love begins, but we always know when love ends, remember this, a kiss may not be the truth, but it is what we wish were true”… (L.A Story)….

To Love You..

To love you is to daydream of you often, think of you so much,
 to speak of you proudly and miss you terribly when we are apart..
To love you is to cherish the warmth of your arms,
 the sweetness of your kiss, the friendliness of your smile, the 
loving sound of your voice and the happiness we share...
To love you is to never forget the adversity we have overcome, 
the tears we have shed, the plans we have made, the problems 
we have solved and the pain of seperation...
To love you is to remember joyfully the days we made memorable, 
the moments that will live forever in our hearts, the dreams we 
hoped for..
To love you is to feel the exhilaration of love that fills our hearts, 
to need you, want you, hold you and know you as no one else can.
To love you is to realize that life without you would be no life at all..
                                   (Author Unknown)

Hello Diary,

Life is about many things, Diary, today it is about love on the path least traveled… 🙂

“You don’t love the person you can live with, you love the person you cannot live without” (Author Unknown)….. 🙂

A bouquet for you, my love
Each bloom has been chosen in hopes to convey,
Words straight from the heart
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 the trust we share,
With Lilies of the Valley
Returning happiness and care.

Daisies to show
My love is loyal-undivided,
As Phlox whispers softly
Our spirits are united.

I have added Primrose
To remind you again,
That I cannot live without you
And with you I shall remain.

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

So with this bouquet, my love
I shall eternally bestow,
A heartfelt message of love
That even these blooms seem to know.
               (Larry "Dutch" Woller)

I shall close for now… in spite of life’s challenges, love is in the air as I venture down the path…. But I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂

There will be no falsehoods or lies for you, dear one
No meaningless empty words, cute or clever,
For I would rather you love me for a day
Than to hate me forever.

I finish this with a smile on my face
For I know one day we will meet again,
And again, together, we will follow our dreams
And that will be the beginning, not the end.
            (Larry "Dutch" Woller)
  

“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…

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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…

“The only thing that stands between you and your dream is the will to try and the belief that it is actually possible.” (Joel Brown) 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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There are many who gauge their wealth by their bank account, but here on the path we follow the dreams in our heart and take in the wonders of life and are richer by far!.. 🙂

quiet morn sunrise

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 little
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)

Hello Diary,

Work is done, a quiet morning to contemplate one’s dreams and what tomorrow may bring…. 🙂

me dream

children hope

The dream of hope
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.

lesbian friends

The dream 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 dream 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.

happiness

The dream 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.

love girl and dog

The dream 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)

Well, I had better close for now…perhaps turn some dreams into reality “There are some people who live in a dream world, and there are some who face reality; and then there are those who turn one into the other.” (Douglas H. Everett) but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂

“Your time is limited, don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma, which is living the result of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of other’s opinion drown your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition, they somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary” (Steve Jobs )…

“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…

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, 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… 🙂

spider 1

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)

“As my world is in a constant state of change, tomorrow my world will change, my future world will still be a mystery and today’s world will become history and a memory…” (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… 🙂

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horizon

As I gaze upon the horizon
Where my Fate waits for me,
My mind gently browses the past
That which has become a memory.

I grew up on a farm
Ohhhhh, the dreams had I,
To save the world from the evil dragons
Once, as a ole Marine, I did try.

I once loved and and lost
Suffered a broken heart, they say,
But now the heart has mended
As love managed to find a way.

With my hands I helped build a nation
Now the back is tired and sore,
But no white flag of surrender here
With a heart of dreams to do much more.

There were those by whom I were scorned
As I ventured down life’s highway,
They ridiculed and condemed
As I lived and love life my way.

Of the life I lived, I have no regrets
Would not change a thing, I must confess,
And I will continue to be me
As I venture down the path of happiness.

As my mortal clock starts to wind down
One wonders, is there another life for me,
Sadley, I must close, and seek out Fate
For Fate has the answer, Fate is the key.
(Larry “Dutch” Woller)

Hello Diary,

Taking a brief break from dealing with life’s challenges to share a few thoughts… Although warm and humid, woke up to a tranquil morning here on the path and as I were gathering weather data and in the gardens, I not only took a photo of the horizon, but also the hibiscus in full splendor….

hibiscus

And while I had camera in hand, I decided to take a, wait for it ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… SELFIE… 🙂

With mask… 🙂

with mask

Without mask… 🙂

without mask

I know, I know, I should have left the mask on… 🙂 🙂 🙂

And though it is quiet and serene at the moment, both I and my backyard friends know that change is in the winds… “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)… 🙂

A quiet morning to wake up to
Listening to the birds sing,
Contemplating today and my tomorrows
Wondering, what the future might bring.

A quiet morning, life is calling
Beckoning on the path, its adventures many to unfold,
Each adventure to explore and treasure
One day, to become a memory to behold.

And change is slowly coming, it whispers in the winds
The door is slowly closing on past history,
One wonders what Fate has waiting
For the future is still shrouded in mystery.

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
So 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 )

As I venture down the path least traveled, my eye is on the horizon, ever searching for that rainbow, where my answers are… 🙂

Well, I had better close for now, more life challenges and adventures waiting for me, but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂

“It is not the image without, but the spirit and love within that matters” on the path least traveled… 🙂

The path a place 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.

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.
(Larry “Dutch” Woller)

“Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird, that cannot fly.” (Langston Hughes ) 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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“All one can do is know happiness by following ones dreams, being led by one’s heart, and it is up to the rest of the world to accept or not” …. 🙂

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)

Hello Diary…

Taking a brief break from traveling down life’s path, dealing with challenges and the weather… thought I would share a few thoughts (some that rhyme) before batting down the hatches… yes, in dealing with the weather may have a few storms later today (black arrow)…

weather map

Under wind advisories at the moment, hopefully it will pass without anything severe… but storms or no, will live life and follow dreams…“Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass, it’s about learning to dance in the rain” (Author Unknown)…

Shortly after my last visit, Diary, I saw the kittens playing and following their dreams also…

kittens playinig

I haven’t seen them for some time so perhaps they have moved on in search of their destiny… 🙂 while out and about, saw the clematis getting ready to “dance in the rain”… 🙂

Here is some nestled among the wisteria…..

clemais 2

And here is some near the front door, welcoming folks who may pass by or perhaps stop in for a visit… 🙂

clematis 1

And after dealing with the winter type temperatures, with the warm tropical conditions here on the path at present, the hostas are making their presence known… 🙂

hostas

Well, I had better close for now, finish getting ready for next weather event and contemplate the tomorrows.. but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂

When Is The Right Time, One Would Ask…. but only if you want to… 🙂

To climb a mountain
To fly a plane,
To hug a friend
To run naked in the rain.

To stand up tall
To make your thoughts known,
To blend with a crowd
To go it alone.

To till the field
To go to war,
To pen a poem of love
To write a musical score.

To take this path
To maybe take the other,
To open ones heart
To share it with another.

Today, tomorrow perhaps?
The answer is in the heart, you see,
So when is the right time, one asks?
When your heart wishes for it to be..

( Larry “Dutch” Woller )

“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”… 🙂

white rose 2

And it is joined by the peonies…

peonies

And the little white clover…

clover

All my backyard friends do enjoy them, Mr. Rabbit especially likes the clover.. I do not use chemicals in the yard… it was a pleasant day out when I took the photos so decided to repair the ground feeder…

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… 🙂

dutchs buffet

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…

pond fish

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 )