“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…

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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…

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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 )

“It is not the image without, but the beauty and love within that matters” (Author Unknown) on the path least traveled..

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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 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, mortal life 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 )

Hello Diary…

Yes, here on the path one is lead by the heart and another is accepted as to who they are and their dream, born free….just like the garden and backyard….

The clematis is starting to make its presence known…

clematis

The clematis is the favorite of many, to grace the gardens with color and charm… then there is the honeysuckle..

honeysuckle

A favorite of my friend, the hummingbird, and sends its fragrance throughout the gardens…

But there is also the little white rose..

white rose

Though not like the roses one sees in all those bouquets, the little rose has beauty and love in its own, and shares that beauty all summer long…

And there is the Butterweed, wild and free, and looks like a little yellow daisy…

butterweed

Many considered the little flower as a weed, but here on the path it is accepted and reminds one of a song of love…


Yes, the world of the path knows harmony and free to follow one’s dream..

In history’s past on the path I had a dream
Of the world in harmony it did seem,
Accepting one as who they believe and are
One’s life’s 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 eyes and mind
Another creature’s belief, will not blind.

Free to boldly walk the lands, both far and near
All the while following ones dreams, without fear,
Not to be accepted by social ideology, you see
But the love, kindness, knowledge within, of a spirit born free.

Free, for ones humanity to embrace
Not being labeled by belief, gender or race,
Free, for one’s dignity not to be denied
Though there’s many a mortal, who has tried.

Here on the path it’s not a dream, but a reality
To follow ones dream, with a open heart, you see,
Free to love another without fear, as it should be
For here on the path, one is born free.
(Larry “Dutch” Woller)

Well, better close for now… have adventures waiting, dreams to follow and ready to set sails.. But I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…

I’ll be seeing you..

Roses are red
Violets are blue,
Thoughts from the heart
I’m sending to you.

Not just another day, dear friend
For in spite of time, distance or whatever,
If only in spirit and thought
We’ll be sharing today together.

So, have a wonderful day, dear friend
Wishing you all the best, nothing less,
May today, every day, AND your heart
Be filled……with love and happiness.
(Larry “Dutch” Woller)

“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) on the path least traveled…

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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!

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.

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?

What’s wrong with this idea?
Let’s give LEARNING 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 LEARNING a try,
Let’s give it a go, everyone
Maybe no more children will die.
( Larry “Dutch” Woller)

Hello Diary…

It is Memorial Day here on the prairies and for all those who, like me, ventured into harms way where many feared to follow and angels feared to tread, for their families and for everyone else….

My son were born on September 28, 1965, I received orders to go to Vietnam on September 30, 1965 and 2 and 1/2 weeks later left family and prairies for a world unknown…

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!

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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.

(Vietnam 1966)
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Some of us could not vote, children were we
Some not old enough drink, but still our battle cry,
Even with all that we could not do
For us children, it was to do or die!

(me sitting down)..

vietnam

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.

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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.

kathys grave

So should you be looking on today
One more toast, hold your glasses high,
To PEACE, HOPE and LOVE, may they long endure
CHEERS, LASSIES AND LADDIES!!!.. And SEMPER FI

(penned by Sgt, Larry “Dutch” Woller,12th Marine Regiment, Vietnam, 1965–1966…)

“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” on the path least traveled…

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Yes, my friend, these are troubled times indeed, many harsh words being said… but you are beautiful in your own way, my friend, and never let the words of others caste doubt on who you are and wish to be… “Don’t be pushed around by the fears in your mind. Be led by the dreams in your heart.” (Roy T. Bennett)… 🙂

For you, dear friend, for being a rainbow in my world… 🙂

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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.

They remind me of you, my dear friend
Whose beauty from within you do share,
Sharing sunshine, understanding and laughter
Sowing the seeds of love and happiness in the air.

This bouquet was picked for you
For coming into my world, my dear friend,
For giving sunshine, laughter, love and happiness
For which I know will never end.
(Penned by Larry “Dutch” Woller )

Hello Diary…

There are many methods in today’s world of sharing friendship, and one of those methods with which one can share memories, thoughts and dreams with another, which can become special, is writing… and here I am preparing to write a letter to a friend in the very near future… 🙂

me letter

And as I am contemplating what to pen on the paper, the words of a song come to mind; “Back Home Again in Indiana”… 🙂
I am also going to write another letter in the very near future as a memory of history’s past came to mind.. A day when my daughter and my niece hid from their grandmother while in a store name “Huey’s Bargain Barn”… but that is another story for another day… 🙂

What is a friend one would ask?…well, I have shared these thoughts before but perhaps with today’s world in turmoil, it would be best to share again….. 🙂

“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)

Alas, I had better close for now…have friends to visit, adventures and life’s challenges (may see some storms in the near future) to explore… but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂

Why do I do what I do, one would ask?..because that’s the way old friends do… 🙂

Roses are red
Violets are blue,
Thoughts from the heart
I’m sending to you.

Not just another day, dear friend
For in spite of time, distance or whatever,
If only in spirit and thought
We’ll be sharing today together.

So, have a wonderful day, dear friend
Wishing you all the best, nothing less,
May today, every day, AND your heart
Be filled……with love and happiness.
(Larry “Dutch” Woller)

“I am free born and free bred, where I acknowledge no man as my superior, except for his own worth, or as my inferior, except for his own demerit.” (Theodore Roosevelt) on the path least traveled…

Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..just letting the heart do the talking while the fingers do the walking while being different, being me… 🙂

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( “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 🙂 )..

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

Soooooooooo, one can color me different… 🙂

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hello Diary…

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

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

wary squirrel

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

blue violas

And a field of white…

white violas

And the start of a pink variety…

pink violas

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yes, Diary, I shall follow my heart…

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

“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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( “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 🙂 )..

me dream

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

A quiet morning, a open mind
Thinking about the path, its mysteries many fold,
Each to explore and treasure
Soon a treasured memory to behold.

A quiet morning, a open heart
Another day to learn and explore about me.
It is my life.. only get one chance
Will have to do it my way.. don’t you see.

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

A quiet morning, on the path
At the end of it, on the horizon, a lovely rainbow,
It is there my answers lie… the truth is known
Until then, only Fate will know.

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

Hello Diary,

Yes, it is a quiet morning on the prairies indeed..and as I sit here with a spot of tea as a gaze about the backyard, it suddenly occurred to me that I envy a weed!.. Yes, Diary, you heard me correctly, a weed… that weed happens to be, wait for it………………………………………………………………….. ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. the dandelion… 🙂

There are those that do like the dandelion (including me), and while one has to beware of possible chemicals, the leaves are edible and some make dandelion wine.. in spite of that, it is shunned by most, ridiculed, attempts made to make it disappear just because it is different and not up to standards of elements of world societies…

So why would one be envious of a dandelion?… because in spite of all the life’s challenges it continues to follow its dream… “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)..

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)

Soooooooo, like me, it goes to bed of a evening…

dandlion goodnight

And dreams a dream, preparing for the tomorrows… “My dreams are my dress rehearsals for my future.” (David Copperfield)… like me, every morning it wakes up to follow that dream…“Every morning your have two choices: continue to sleep with your dreams, or wake up and chase them.” (Author Unknown)…

dandilion morning

Soooooooooo, yes indeed, while the little dandelion and I have some things in common, I am envious of that little weed as it greats me every morning in all its glory… 🙂

Well, I had better close for now, have a few dreams of my own to browse and a life to live… 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 happiness
On your journey through life.
(Larry “Dutch” Woller)