“ The love a mother has for her children is legendary, it is said a child is the mother’s heart outside her body.” (on Mother’s Day and every day) 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 🙂 )

Well, it is Friday and life goes on… Sunday is Mother’s Day (here on the path every day is Mother’s Day 🙂 ) and no matter if one is a Mom or not (anyone), hope Mother’s Day (and every day) is filled with peace, love and happiness and the day is all that one wishes for it to be… 🙂

A Mother’s Hand

Her hands held me gently from the day I took my first breath.
Her hands helped to guide me as I took my first step.
Her hands held me close when the tears would start to fall.
Her hands were quick to show me that she would take care of it all.

Her hands were there to brush my hair, or straighten a wayward bow.
Her hands were often there to comfort the hurts that didn’t always show.
Her hands helped hold the stars in place, and encouraged me to reach.
Her hands would clap and cheer and praise when I captured them at length.

Her hands would also push me, though not down or in harm’s way.
Her hands would punctuate the words, just do what I say.
Her hands sometimes had to discipline, to help bend this young tree.
Her hands would shape and mold me into all she knew I could be.

Her hands are now twisting with age and years of work,
Her hand now needs my gentle touch to rub away the hurt.
Her hands are more beautiful than anything can be.
Her hands are the reason I am me.
(Maggie Pittman )

“I can imagine no heroism greater than motherhood.” – Lance Conrad

Hello Diary,

Were setting here with a cup of tea on this Friday morning and with Mother’s day on the horizon, were thinking about a bouquet of flowers from my garden (the photos were taken last year).. 🙂

roses north

A bouquet of flowers from my garden,
Their beauty need not be told,
Their fragrance is soothing and lovely
A pleasant scent for one to behold.

hibiscus

They remind me of you, Mom
Whose beauty from within you did share,
Bringing sunshine, understanding and laughter
Sowing the seeds of love and happiness in the air.

clematis 1

This bouquet was picked for you, Mom
For not only being my Mom, but a dear forever friend,
For giving sunshine, laughter, love and happiness
For which I know will never end.
(Penned by Larry “Dutch” Woller )

And when it seems the world is against oneself, there is doubt in ones life, when love is turning to a heartache one can always go to ones best forever friend, Mom… why one would ask?.. As Celine Dion says “Because You Love Me”…

Yes, Mom struggles to help her children become what they wish to be, making sacrifices herself, feeling their pain when all is not well, heart overjoyed in their happiness, being there for her children every step of the way, supports and loves her children no matter the circumstances.. and then in time she finds herself in the shadows, often times unnoticed, as she watches her children gather all the glory as they venture forward following their dream.. but no matter, for the all world knows Mom is the wind beneath their wings… 🙂

Well, I had better close for now and venture on down the path for “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) but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…

For someone who may not have a mother on Mothers Day because she has passed on and no longer in this mortal world, do not be sad because she is no further away than your heart watching over you as mothers always do… 🙂

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

One day shy of eight years old, my grandma passed away
I was a broken hearted little boy, blowing out that birthday cake
How I cried when the sky let go, with a cold and lonesome rain,
Mamma smiled, said don’t be sad child, grandma’s watching you today

[Chorus]
Cause there’s holes in the floor of heaven
And her tears are pouring down,
That’s how you know she’s watching,
Wishing she could be here now,
And sometimes if your lonely,
Just remember she can see,
There’s holes in the floor of heaven,
And she’s watching over you and me,

Seasons come, and seasons go, nothing stays the same
I grew up, fell in love, met a girl who took my name
Year by year, we made a life, in this sleepy little town
I thought we’d grow old together, Lord, I sure do miss her now

But there’s holes in the floor of heaven,
And her tears are pouring down,
That’s how I know she’s watching,
Wishing she could be here now,
And sometimes when I’m lonely,
I remember she can see,
There’s holes in the floor of heaven,
And she’s, watching over you and me,

Well my little girl is twenty three, I walk her down the aisle
It’s a shame her mom can’t be here now, to see her lovely smile
They throw the rice, I catch her eye, as the rain starts coming down
She takes my hand, says daddy don’t be sad,
Cause I know mamma’s watching now

And there’s holes in the floor of heaven,
And her tears are pouring down,
That’s how you know she’s watching,
Wishing she could be here now,
And sometimes when I’m lonely,
I remember she can see,
Yes, there’s holes in the floor of heaven,
And she’s, watching over you and me

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“ 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… 🙂

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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 🙂 )

It is a Wednesday morning and, like every morning that I wake up on the green side of the grass, today I choose life… 🙂

“Today I choose life. Every morning when I wake up I can choose joy, happiness, negativity, pain… To feel the freedom that comes from being able to continue to make mistakes and choices – today I choose to feel life, not to deny my humanity but embrace it.” Kevyn Aucoin

Life’s Choices

Life is full of choices
Make sure you pick the right one,
Don’t listen to the voices
Hear only yours and you have won.

Many people will tell you
You need to change your looks,
Don’t take to heart their view
Fabulous bods are found only in books.

There is only one voice
That you should listen to,
It will help make the right choice
That is perfect just for you.

Your looks are your own
Someone will always love you,
You will never be alone
Look in the mirror and you’ll see who.
by Rose

Hello Diary,

The other morning I took a brief break from chasing rainbows and following dreams and as I gazed upon the sunrise..

morn sky 1

I did contemplate and wonder about destiny…. 🙂

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

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

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

Does change and spirit 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, one’s time comes to an end?
Or does all things cease to be when
To the grave, the mortal body, Fate does send.

Alas, but must deal with the present, this very moment
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 destiny, may behold.

( Larry “Dutch” Woller )

That were last Sunday…. and after contemplating I decided to work on my fingernails.. As I have said in the past because of aging, etc I have brittle fingernails… if I venture out in the gardens, etc the nails will break and fingers get damaged… well, after a few years of experimenting and with helping my late wife (and others) deal with cancer and learning about what one needs to do for physical and mental health, I followed Steve Jobs advice..

“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 )

And with the doctors approval, went with acrylics… here are my nails before….

nails before

With my own little nail salon here at home I can roll my own and here is the after… 🙂

me and nails

Now I can enjoy life in the gardens and other daily activities without worry and the world can look upon my hands and the hands don’t appear to be bloody and beaten… there may be those that will raise a eyebrow in judgment but as Steve and Rose said pay little heed to those other voices, for happiness and love listen to your heart… as Eleanor said “You wouldn’t worry so much about what others think of you if you realize how seldom they do”.. (Eleanor Roosevelt)… 🙂

Well, I had better close for now, maybe some storms here on the path later, will “batten the hatches”… but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…

Well, Diary, last week here on the path were able to waltz among the tulips.. 🙂

tulips

This week, weather permitting, will join the lovers and dreamers on the path and cha-cha among the apple blossoms… 🙂

apple blossoms

It’s cherry pink and apple blossom white
When your true lover comes your way
It’s cherry pink and apple blossom white
The poets say

The story goes that once a cherry tree
Beside an apple tree did grow
And there a boy once met his bride to be
Long long ago

The boy looked into her eyes
It was a sight to enthrall
The breezes joined in their sighs
The blossoms started to fall
And as they gently carressed
The lovers looked up to find
The branches of the two trees
Were intertwined

And that is why the poets always write
If there’s a new moon bright above
It’s cherry pink and apple blossom white
When you’re in love

“A friend may be waiting behind a stranger’s face.” ― (Maya Angelou) 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 🙂 )

satmorn

It is a bit of a gloomy Saturday morning… sometimes everyone has a gloomy morning in their lives and nothing to do with the weather… a good time to have a friend perhaps..
“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”…

“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,

Weekend is finally here after a busy week.. in the past have been watching the doves as they attempt to build a home while dealing with the weather… after numerous attempts with the trees, etc, they finally decided the perfect place for their home were on top of my storage cabinet on the deck under the roof… 🙂

dove

One can see the head of the dove and part of the nest inside the pink circle… their love and determination (while working together) found a way and now they have their home.. “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 and haste will collapse in a mere breeze of discontent.” (Larry “Dutch” Woller )

The apple tree is in full bloom..

apple

Fruit trees cycle every three years and perhaps this year will have some apples… 🙂 inspite of the weather, plants and creatures continue on with their lives while on the path to their destiny.. perhaps world’s society could take some lessons from nature… “I believe that destiny, on a daily basis, puts challenges before me to deal with…how I deal with those challenges will determine what I shall become..” (Larry “Dutch” Woller)..

The lilac bush is finally in full bloom also, much to the delight of the backyard insects..

lilac

The going theory is that it is the best time to hunt for wild mushrooms while the lilac bush is in bloom… I purchase my mushrooms at the store, so with the help of my friends

“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 )

I use my time outdoors following my dreams, living and learning about life and the universe… and speaking about learning “ 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)

Well, I had better close for now… “ I have dreams to follow and maybe be someone’s rainbow”, but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…

And so, my friend, no matter how dark the skies, listen to your heart, because “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)
 

Gone, dreams of the past
Gone, with a love that moved too fast
Gone, bright shiny days
Gone, in a young and restless haze
Why did we love, then run away
So little time, so much left to say
And now, it’s gone

Young and restless friend
You’ll never pass this way again
So drink the summer wine
Reach for the stars
While you have time
Your restless heart
It will lead the way
So dream your dreams and live for each day
While you are young, while you are young
While you are young

“It’s not how much we give but how much love we put into giving.” (Mother Teresa) 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 🙂 )

Sunday sunrise

A Quiet Sunday Morning…

A quiet Sunday morning to wake up to
Sitting, gazing out, with a spot of tea,
Contemplating today and my tomorrows
Wondering, what will the future might be.

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

A quiet Sunday morning, birds chirping
Another day to learn and explore about me.
It is my life.. only I can live it
So will do it my way.. don’t you see.

A quiet Sunday morning, of me being different
Reminding me of words from a song,
Where do I fit in, one would ask
One wonders, where do I belong.

A quiet Sunday morning, here on the path
At the end… on the horizon… lies my rainbow,
It is there my answers lie… the truth is known
Until then, only Fate and destiny will know.

Yes, a quiet Sunday morning, spirit, body and mind at the ready
To seek that rainbow… perhaps around the next bend,
Once found, I’ll have my answers, destiny known
And that will be the beginning, not the end.
 
                           (Penned by Larry “Dutch” Woller )

Hello Diary,

It is Sunday, weekend finally here… haven’t been online much the last week, took advantage of the unsettled weather outdoors and spent the week multi-tasking, chores, some house cleaning and moving furnishings and technology around the house, making change preparing for summer… “For time and the world do not stand still. Change is the law of life. And those who look only to the past or the present are certain to miss the future.” (John F. Kennedy ).. 🙂

Even thought being busy, busy, busy, I did take a break from activities and relax with one of my favorite pastimes, coloring (sometimes referred to as pencil art) using adult coloring books and colored pencils..

coloring

It is a inexpensive way of relaxing anytime and all that is missing is the artists imagination.. 🙂 keeping the summer spirit, I purchased a new electric teapot…

tea pot

It has some flowers on the pot and perhaps help the kitchen be bright and cheery on those rainy days…and I don’t have to water the flowers, clever, eh?… 🙂

Yes, I woke up to a sunny morning with a gentle breeze and while sipping on a spot of tea, I was thankful.. In fact, I penned some thoughts about being thankful one Thanksgiving…

Being Thankful….

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 )

Well, I had better close…have a day to live though relaxing..will enjoy it because, like everyone, it is unique, one of a kind and will not return again.. but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂

Yes, Diary, I woke up this morning on the green side of the grass (not under it) with a smile on my face, being me, and “Today I choose life. Every morning when I wake up I can choose joy, happiness, negativity, pain… To feel the freedom that comes from being able to continue to make mistakes and choices – today I choose to feel life, not to deny my humanity but embrace it.” (Kevyn Aucoin) so it is going to be one of those zip-a-dee-do-dah days… 🙂

Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay
My, oh my, what a wonderful day
Plenty of sunshine headin’ my way
Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay

Mister Bluebird’s on my shoulder
It’s the truth, it’s actual
Ev’rything is satisfactual
Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay
Wonderful feeling, wonderful day, yes sir!

Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay
My, oh my, what a wonderful day
Plenty of sunshine headin’ my way
Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay

Mister Bluebird’s on my shoulder
It’s the truth, it’s actual
Ev’rything is satisfactual
Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay
Wonderful feeling, feeling this way

Mister Bluebird’s on my shoulder
It is the truth, it’s actual… huh?
Where is that bluebird? Mm-hm!
Ev’rything is satisfactual
Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay
Wonderful feeling, wonderful day!

“I alone cannot change the world, but I can cast a stone across the waters to create many ripples.” (Mother Teresa) 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 in orange

( “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 🙂 )

“Becoming free is learning about yourself; the scared and the insecure, the brilliant and the bold. Embrace both and the journey is yours and yours alone. No longer are you following another’s directions and your path and purpose will present themselves. Only then might you find another wandering soul doing the same thing, who can walk with you but on their own journey. All of a sudden you might find a shared passion and a wrinkled map on the trail that makes sense.” Riitta Klint

Different…..

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.
(Vincen Tabatha)

Hello Diary,

It is a Thursday morning, a bit gloomy outdoors at the moment.. have been busy with changes and thought I would take a break from activities and share a few thoughts.. on Monday morning received word from Microsoft that as of January 2020 they will no longer support Windows 7… sooooooooo, at some point in the future, I will need to get a new PC with Windows 10… I had made changes in the house to help my late wife, Kathy, deal with cancer and decided if I need to change PC’s I will make changes in the house also, then I can gradually put the old into history and start using the new… 🙂

With the weather not being very pleasant to be outdoors, took the last 3 to 4 days to change things in the house, moving things from one room into another, so have been busy and the house in a bit of a mess… 🙂

back bedroom

Managed to move the electronics without a great deal of interruption…

blue room

So now will just have to organize a bit to finish up until the final change in the future with the new PC… and while changing things, doing chores, etc some words by Rose Milligan came to mind.. 🙂

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)

But change is needed “For time and the world do not stand still. Change is the law of life. And those who look only to the past or the present are certain to miss the future.” (John F. Kennedy) and here on the path are preparing for the future… and change is taking place outdoors in spite of the weather… neighbors had some white wild violets..

white violets

The backyard here on the path had some blue wild violets…

blue violets

Much to the delight of insects (especially the bees) and other creatures, including me… also, thought considered a pest by many for being different, the dandelion were out in force…

dandelions

And those butterflies will have the undivided attention of butterflies, bees and other insects along with children and those mortals who make dandelion wine… 🙂 I always wondered what it would be like to be a free and adventuresome dandelion… 🙂

Will to Live
I think of all things that show a zest
For life, the dandelion beats the rest.
The little winged seeds from its white fluff ball
Settle and grow with no urging at all.
Settle in most unlikely places
And soon there’s a crop of dandelion faces.

They are man’s worst pest, but a child’s playthings.
Sometimes I wish I had light down wings
Like a dandelion seed, and could settle at will
On a velvety lawn or a sun-spread hill,
And live with the eagerness and zest
Of the wanton little dandelion pest.
(MARY TRIPLETT)

Well, I had better close… organize a bit today, perhaps mow and work in the gardens tomorrow before the rains return the weekend… then I can return to chasing rainbows.. “There is no real ending. It’s just the place where you stopped the story.” ― (Frank Herbert), but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise….

Busy as a bee the last few days but ready to return to the hive and enjoy the bare necessities… 🙂

Chorus; 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
The bare necessities of life will come to you
They’ll come to you!

Chorus;

Now when you pick a pawpaw
Or a prickly pear
And you prick a raw paw
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 ?

The bare necessities of life will come to you
They’ll come to you!
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
The bare necessities of life will come to you

“I can’t tell you who you are or who you will be, I can only love you and be your friend ” (Adam Clarke) 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… 🙂

me3

( “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 🙂 )

For happiness always be who you wish to be and follow the dreams in your heart.. even though the skies may be at their darkest and you may feel small because the world seems to be against you, remember the words of Mark Twain; “It is not the size of the dog in a fight that matters, it is the size of the fight in the dog”.. and “Heroes are made by the paths they choose, not the powers they are graced with.” ― Brodi Ashton,

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,

It is a Saturday, a peaceful time between storms…

Sat morning

Contemplate and Wonder…

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

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

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

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

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

Alas, but must deal with the present, with today
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 )

Thankfully the storms predicted for last week did not come to be, though may see some later tonight… unfortunately the refrigerator were not delivered either, had another “storm”, a malfunction with the vehicle that were suppose to deliver, now hopefully will get the new refrigerator Monday… 🙂 but not raising the “white flag” here because “I’m not afraid of storms, for I’m learning how to sail my ship.” (Louisa May Alcott)….

Spring is here in full force though may see some cool temperatures… all the backyard residents are busy scurrying around doing their daily tasks while pursuing their dreams… saw this squirrel taking a break in its activities and gathering a little sun warmth..

squirrel sunning

Also some residents out for a early lunch, each different in their own way yet respect and accept each other…

birds feeding

It is unfortunate that a “intelligent” element of the human race will not do likewise “The saddest aspect of life right now is that science gathers knowledge faster than society gathers wisdom”. (Isaac Asimov) and it appears that “intelligent” element of the human race refuses to change “We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark, the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light.” Plato

But there is hope… 🙂

Let me but live my life from year to year,
With forward face and unreluctant soul;
Not hurrying to, nor turning from the goal;
Not mourning for the things that disappear
In the dim past, nor holding back in fear
From what the future veils; but with a whole
And happy heart, that pays its toll
To Youth and Age, and travels on with cheer.

So let the way wind up the hill or down,
O’er rough or smooth, the journey will be joy:
Still seeking what I sought when but a boy,
New friendship, high adventure, and a crown,
My heart will keep the courage of the quest,
And hope the road’s last turn will be the best.
(Henry Van Dyke )

And with spring comes the birth of the new and no better sign than this robin…

robin with worm

Just before I sat down for a brief visit and share my thoughts, I saw this robin capture a worm… now, a robin normally eats seeds and berries.. the robin captures worms to feed the new born robins so there is a nest nearby… and hopefully there are those in the human race that will use today’s technology (the worm), give birth to and feed the new and create a world of peace, love, acceptance and understanding!!… 🙂

Well, I had better close, the path is calling, adventures to be found, more memories to be made and rainbows to chase “I’ve learned that I still have a lot to learn.” … but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂

“Don’t be pushed around by the fears in your mind. Be led by the dreams in your heart.” ― Roy T. Bennett

“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 )

When you walk through a storm
Keep your chin up high
And don’t be afraid of the dark
At the end of a storm is a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of a lark

Chorus; Walk on through the wind
Walk on through the rain
Tho’ your dreams
Be tossed and blown
Walk on
Walk on
With hope in your heart
And you’ll never walk alone
You’ll never walk alone

When you walk through a storm
Hold your head up high
And don’t be afraid of the dark
At the end of a storm is a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of a lark
Chorus;

“Every single thing that has ever happened in your life is preparing you for a moment that is yet to come” 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 🙂 )

“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

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road your trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit
Rest if you must, but don’t you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and its turns,
As everyone of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about
When they might have won, had they stuck it out.
Don’t give up though the pace seems slow,
You may succeed with another blow.

Often the struggler has given up
When he might have captured the victors cup;
And he learned too late when the night came down,
How close he was to the golden crown.

Success is failure turned inside out
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far;
So stick to the fight when your hardest hit,
It’s when things seem worst that you mustn’t quit!
(Wade Watts)

“The greatest danger for most of us is not that our aim is too high and we miss it, but that it is too low and we reach it.” – Michel Angelo

Hello Diary,

It is a Tuesday here on the prairies, a quiet Tuesday… somewhat pleasant with light breeze..

tues moirn 1

The birds were singing and the backyard residents were scurrying about doing their daily errands… fed the fish for the first time this year with the water warming…

feeding pond fish
They survived the winter ok… while out and about briefly I saw the red maple tree were starting to bud…

mapel tree

Today may be a lull in before the storm as with spring in full force (thought may see a bit of winter next week) it brings the possibility of prairie thunderstorms and that possibility exists Thursday…

severe weather thurs

Hopefully the weather will hold off till Thursday or after… had another “storm” as the refrigerator stopped functioning over the weekend so have been busy saving food, ordering a new refrigerator and moving furniture around, clearing a path, etc. to get the old one out and ready for the new refrigerator to be delivered tomorrow, Wednesday… 🙂

Everyone’s life has a few storms over time, the important thing to remember is “Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass, it’s about learning to dance in the rain”. 🙂 I often follow the advice of Hollianne Boucher….

Life Is Now….

Time flies, and memories fade.
People change and new friendships are made.
Only the true remain forever at our side.
Eventually the disappointment and pain will subside.

It is all about the journey and what has yet to come.
Life is what you make of it; you are what you’ve become.
Life is too short to hold onto regrets.
Forgiveness is key even though you may never forget.

Cherish the good and remove the bad.
Some people don’t realize till it’s gone what they’ve had.
Moving on is a way of life.
There will always be obstacles, pain, and strife.

You must believe that you are strong enough to fight.
You have to believe in yourself to do what is right.
Always do for YOU no matter what you do,
Because in the end the only one who has your back is you.

Never be afraid to take a stand,
And always be willing to lend a helping hand.
A little bit goes a long way.
All it takes is a smile to brighten someone’s day.

Your chance to live is now, so what are you waiting for?
The world is yours for the taking and so much more.
Endless possibilities are forever at your disposal.
The chance to live another day is life’s golden proposal.

Never let anyone tear you down,
And never let anyone steal your shine and make you frown.
So will you sit in the shadows and let darkness win again?
Or will you rise up and make the light your friend?
(Hollianne Boucher)

Like everyone else, I have one life to live, only I can live it, I will only get one try at it, so to know happiness I will have to live that life my way… and often times that will make me different… to choose between being different (and happy) or following the crowd, the answer is obvious… 🙂

I Believe I’d Like To Be Different Instead…

And why do I wish to be different, you may ask,
The freedom to choose, to explore, to learn a lot,
Dictated to by a prophet chained to a myth…. NOT
Maybe so everyone can shout and point at me,
And say, “Hey, he’s different”, don’t you see.

My mind is clear and open, gathering knowledge every day
My spirit is young, adventuresome and floating free,
Not confined by those social chains, no box, no mold for me
I am what I am, I am me, what I wish to be,
Perhaps that makes me different, don’t you see.

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
On down the path least traveled I will venture, with spirit free
Why the path least traveled?..well, I’m different, don’t you see.

(Penned by Larry “Dutch” Woller )

Well, I had better close for now, venture on down the path and perhaps get ready to dance in the rain “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… 🙂

What this world needs more of is music!.. “Music gives a soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination and life to everything.” Plato

The hills are alive with the sound of music
With songs they have sung for a thousand years
The hills fill my heart with the sound of music
My heart wants to sing every song it hears

My heart wants to beat like the wings of the birds
That rise from the lake to the trees
My heart wants to sigh like a chime that flies
From a church on a breeze
To laugh like a brook when it trips and falls over
Stones on its way
To sing through the night like a lark who is learning to pray

I go to the hills when my heart is lonely
I know I will hear what I’ve heard before
My heart will be blessed with the sound of music
And I´ll sing once more