“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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Here in the not so secret garden, the only weapon used is love… 🙂

I live in a not so secret garden
Along the path least traveled,
Quite unlike the other world
A world that has become unraveled.

A garden of peace and harmony
Being different does not matter here,
All creatures, big and small, living together
Unlike the other world,  they do not live in fear.

Together we live the hand that Fate has dealt us
Not sure, or dwell, on our final destiny,
But live to enjoy the moment, the hour, the day
That is what life is about, don’t you see.

So into the not so secret garden I will venture
Along the path least traveled, 
To find love, understanding, to follow one’s dreams
Unlike the other  world unraveled.
                       (Larry “Dutch” Woller  )

Hello Diary,

Thought I would stop in briefly and share a few thoughts, have been away from the world of cyberspace for a few days, had some technical issues to deal with, but managed to overcome.. 🙂

While I were away from cyberspace, I saw that the USA were leaving Afghanistan and life there were back in turmoil , little has changed.. 🙂

Another example of elements of the world’s societies unable to reach a middle ground, compromise through understanding and chose, instead, conflict to settle issues.. and in the end, all that were accomplished were sowing the seeds of hate, anger, suffering and despair… 🙂

 

Now, I will be the first to admit that I am not “the sharpest tack in the box”, but I have a suggestion… 🙂

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 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 had better close for now.. prepare for the next weather event, a hot and humid wave coming this weekend… may have to make a few adjustments  but life, and the heart, will go on… I shall return again one day, Fate ( and technology) 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)

“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness” (Declaration of Independence, USA) on the path least traveled…

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Yes, everyone were born equal but it seems there are elements of today’s USA society (and world’s societies) that have either not read those words, do not understand or the words “went in one ear and out the other”….  Not so here on the path as my friends and I have a the same dream as those who penned the Declaration of Independence… 🙂

 

 

We have a dream… 🙂

I peer out my window
Parts of the 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 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 or a tear, 
But a heart filled with hope and a dream
Of a world  of love and peace, not hate and fear.
                         (Larry “Dutch” Woller) 

Hello Diary,

It is a peaceful Sunday morning here on the path and while I ventured out to gather weather data I were serenaded by my backyard friends…. 🙂

 

It is a holiday Sunday here on the prairies but a quiet day planned here on the path, while sipping on a cup of tea… 🙂

And while gazing on the horizon (looking south from my backyard)…. 🙂

Will contemplate the tomorrows… 🙂

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.
                      ( Larry “Dutch” Woller )

Better close for now.. Tea is ready, Kindle is ready, time to stop the world and get of for a bit, but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂

 

 

Until we meet again..

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

“The 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..

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“Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird, that cannot fly.” (Langston Hughes )… 🙂

Dreams..
There's a place where I go that no one else knows,
Where mysteries abound and excitement grows.
A place out of reach of any man's hands,
Safely secluded in a far away land

Beyond the grasp of those who may plunder
The wealth of its power and its life changing wonder.
I go alone to my secret place, never leaving a trace
For someone to follow and discover my space

Where I keep my secrets, my fears, and my regrets
Away from the world and all of its threats.
It's mine and mine alone!
The only place I can call my own.

I treasure the moments spent in this realm
Where anything is possible and I'm at the helm.
This place I describe is all that it seems ...
It's a magical place I call my dreams.
                                              (John Raines)

Hello Diary, The past few days have been waking up to stormy skies… “red skies in the morning, sailors warning”… 🙂

Have been dealing with rainy and stormy weather and it is beginning to  feel like living in the land of gators and big snakes… but, “Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass, it’s about learning to dance in the rain”. (Author Unknown)…  🙂

But in spite of life’s “storms”, here on the path we continue to have our dream, a dream of a wonderful world of peace, love and harmony… 🙂

 

A world where… 🙂

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.

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.

One is 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.

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.

A world of  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)
Yes, we have a dream, right Abba?… 🙂

Well, “Every morning your have two choices: continue to sleep with your dreams, or wake up and chase them.” (Author Unknown) so I had better close for now and get to chasing… gotta find that elusive rainbow… but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…  🙂

 

 

Hope all YOUR dreams come true and 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)

“Every morning I have two choices, either to venture into the light, follow my heart and dreams and live life, or stay in the shadows, the darkness and never know happiness…” (Larry “Dutch” Woller) on the path least traveled…

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In this world unraveled, there is always hope… “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 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,

Yes, even though life has put many challenges before us, the world is struggling to deal with issues and hate, anger and prejudice has raise it’s ugly head at times, here on the path there is indeed hope, especially in the not so secret garden, where flowers bloom spreading hope and love…. 🙂

 

Like the raspberries loved by the backyard residents.. 🙂
The Hummingbird vine.. 🙂
The clematis…. 🙂
The daylily…. 🙂
And the hosta.. 🙂
Yes, the residents of the garden, plant and animal, are many, different and live together in harmony… 🙂

A Not So Secret Garden

I live in a not so secret garden
Along the path least traveled,
Quite unlike the other world
A world that has become unraveled.

A garden of peace and harmony
Being different does not matter here,
All creatures, big and small, living together
Unlike the other world,  they do not live in fear.

Together we live the hand that Fate has dealt us
Not sure, or dwell, on our final destiny,
But live to enjoy the moment, the hour, the day
That is what life is about, don’t you see.

So into the not so secret garden I will venture
Along the path least traveled, 
To find love, understanding, to follow one’s dreams
Unlike the other  world unraveled.
                       (Larry “Dutch” Woller  )

I feel like waltzing through the flowers, care to join me?… 🙂

Well, had best stop the music and get on with the day… adventures lie in wait for me, looking forward to learning more about me and the universe…  but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…  🙂

 

 

Until we meet again..

May the road rise to meet you
May the wind be always at your back
May the sun shine warm upon your face
The rains fall soft upon your fields
May green be the grass you walk on
May blue be the skies above you
May pure be the joys that surround you
May true be the hearts that love you.
    (Irish Saying)

“And in the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years.” (Abraham Lincoln ) on the path least traveled…

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Have been busy this week trying to get outdoor projects taken care of between weather events… one being mowing… 🙂

All the while words of Rose Milligan floated in my mind, sighhhhhhh… 🙂

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)

Hello Diary,

Yes, been a busy week dealing with life’s challenges, and working in the backyard with my backyard friends keeping a close eye on me making sure I were doing it right… but no matter how busy I were, every morning I were greeted by my backyard friends…  🙂

 

 

Another fine morning on the prairie… 🙂 And I would take the time to gaze upon the prairie skies and contemplate how wealthy I am… 🙂

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 see each one sparkle
While basking in the suns glow.

The mornings bring nature’s painting
Priceless, a portrait of the sky,
Impossible to duplicate
Even though many did try.

 Each bloom of the red rose
A ruby, one of a kind,
With the bloom of 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.

And I’m not going to change
A wealthy dreamer I’ll stay,
Until  the rivers, they all run dry
Until  the four winds, they all blow away.
      (Larry “Dutch” Woller )
“Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird, that cannot fly.” (Langston Hughes)… 🙂

Well, I had better close for now, “Every morning your have two choices: continue to sleep with your dreams, or wake up and chase them.” (Author Unknown) and I had better get to chasing… 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 only person you are destined to become is the person you decide to be.” (Ralph Waldo Emerson) on the path least traveled..

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Journey of Self Discovery...

What I am
Who I want to be
Am I just a stranger in this dinosaur world,
or my is existence limited to rest ,eat and pee.

Every day is a new day ,
I try to discover myself,
The identity crisis lulls over me,
In calm, yet monstrous glee,
Failing to find what exactly constitutes my being.

One day I want to be a doctor,
Other day an engineer,
Or even a scientist,
The society decides my ambition,
What career to pursue is guided by secure future norms,
They say I have a lunatics mind,
Persuade my mother to put some sense into me.

Enough is said,
I my setting on a journey of my own,
The mistakes I make shall be mine,
The regrets shall be my defined,
Its fall or rise,
Time will play a key role,

As Frost said,
I have an option of two paths ahead of me,
One pre decided by my ancestors,
less risky and challenging,
Other of my own,
I decide to take the less traveled one,
To mark on journey of my own.
                          (Illahi Bedi)
Hello Diary, I gazed up to the skies and saw contrails (jet engine exhaust) made by man’s flying machine.. Many crossing each others path as those on board seeks their destiny, following their dreams (or someone else’s dreams)… 🙂

I believe that each and every one follows their dreams, their path whatever it may be… I too, am following my dreams and know happiness because, unlike many, I chose the path least traveled, which made me different… 🙂

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.

Able to follow my own path...to be me,
Able to  live ….. my own  reality.
And the path least traveled... allowing me,
To gaze upon life’s treasures, large and small
That many others do not, would not 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
So down the path least traveled I will venture, with spirit free
Why the path least traveled?..well, I’m different, don’t you see.
                                  ( Larry “Dutch” Woller )
And because of the path least traveled, as I pass through life, much like the Monarch butterfly… 🙂

And I do so with open mind and heart and each day is an adventure, because I am free… 🙂

The path is calling as I speak, so I shall close for now… and it is down the path I venture, with a pocket full of dreams and a heart filled with memories… but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise.. 🙂

 

Until we meet again, a toast..

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)

“Love is the expansion of two natures in such fashion that each include the other, each is enriched by the other.” (Felix Adler) on the path least traveled…

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Nothing says love more than the rose and here on the path the roses are sending fragrances of love, not hate… 🙂

 

“A single rose can be my garden… a single friend, my world.” (Leo Buscaglia)… 🙂

“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)… 🙂

“Just because you feel someone does not love you as much as they should, does not mean they don’t give you all the love they have”.. 🙂

Hello Diary,

Yes, Diary, there are no conflict or fear here on the path, just harmony…  🙂

 

And peace… 🙂

It is down the path least traveled I shall go
To a rainbow filled horizon I  venture,
To seek, to learn, know peace, to enjoy life
A path filled with wonderful adventure.

A place where one is accepted as who they are
A spirit kindled to life, when mortal born,
A being coming from the depths within
And not subject to ridicule and scorn.

A place where I know freedom of thought and being
I am what I am, don’t you see,
Neither this one, neither that one, but all the above
In a mortal world, a free spirit, that’s me.

I do not travel the path alone, you see
There are memories and spirits to behold,
Those that share... the joy and sadness
As I gather more memories, down that least traveled road.

So how long will my journey be, one would ask
Will I see the end of the path...ever?
The answer, I believe, lies on the horizon
Somewhere past... the 12th of Never….

So I shall bring my ramblings to an end
For there is one fact that I do know,
To reach the horizon, the 12th of Never
It’s down the path least traveled I must go!
      ( Larry “Dutch” Woller )
It is a wonderful world indeed, here on the path… 🙂

And I shall close for now… filled with adventure and new memories too numerous to mention…. but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂

 

Hope it is a wonderful world wherever you are and 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 saddest aspect of life right now is that science gathers knowledge faster than society gathers wisdom” “Isaac Asimov” on the path least traveled…

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Hello Diary,

It is a Friday morning, a holiday weekend arriving here on the prairies… a weekend to remember the fallen who have given the sacrifice while serving… those who passed because mankind, closed minded and filled with hate and prejudice, chose the sword over the pen when trying to settle differences… and all that were accomplished was the sowing of more seeds of hate, anger and suffering… 

I know first hand about the cost of conflict… that is me sitting on the ground, South Vietnam, 1966…. It were a beautiful country with pleasant people who simply wish to follow their dream…unfortunately there were closed minded elements of worlds societies who were only interested in their dream, ready to sacrifice anyone else’s dream… fortunately for me, I survived the conflict relatively unscathed… 🙂

 

 

(me sitting on the ground).

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 not old enough to 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
One more toast,  hold your glasses high,
To PEACE, HOPE and LOVE, may they long endure
CHEERS, LADS AND LASSIES!!!.. And SEMPER FI
    (Sgt, Larry “Dutch” Woller, 12th Marine Regiment, Vietnam, 1965–1966...)

Here on the path there will be a pause to think, not only of the fallen, but also those who sacrificed their dreams also, the Mothers, Fathers, Wife’s, Husbands, Daughters and Sons of the fallen who will be remembered this holiday weekend… 🙂 And once the pause is over, all attention will be focused on the pen and hopefully wisdom will one day reign, peace will rule the land and the universe will be celebrating the living, not the dead… 🙂

Well, I had better close for now… the vaccination were relatively painless and, while I will proceed with caution, am ready to leave safe harbor, set sails follow my heart… 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)

“When the power of love overcomes the love of power the world will know peace.” (Jimi Hendrix) on the path least traveled…

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The change 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
Parts of the 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 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 or a tear, 
But a heart filled with hope and a dream
Of a world  of love and peace, not hate and fear.
                         (Larry “Dutch” Woller) 
My friends and I would like to teach the world to sing “Music gives a soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination and life to everything.” (Plato).. 🙂

Hello Diary,

Yes, I got a view of the world outside of the path and saw suffering at the hands of mankind… closed minded ideologies using conflict, as they have been for centuries… in reality not solving issues but sowing the seeds of  hate, anger and suffering…. lives and dreams being shattered because, as Ray Stevens said “there is none so blind as he who will not see”… when will they ever learn, one wonders… 🙂

 

There is no conflict here on the path for I am independent and not into closed minded ideologies… the mind is open, not dictated to by a belief, the spirit is free to seek out adventure and perhaps see things many do not, and a heart that is not filled with hate and anger, but dreams… 🙂

 

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)

Well, I had better close for now, venture on down the path as I know new adventures await me…but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂

 

 

Until we meet again..

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) 

“Consult not your fears but your hopes and your dreams. Think not about your frustrations, but about your unfulfilled potential. Concern yourself not with what you tried and failed in, but with what it is still possible for you to do…” (Pope John XXIII) 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  🙂 ).. 🙂

“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 )… 🙂

 

 

 

 

Destiny sits upon the morning horizon
Always in site, but never clear
And as I travel along the road I have chosen
Destiny remains forever in place
Sitting upon the morning horizon

But as the years pass
And the road spans the distance
Between yesterday and tomorrow
I know my destiny will arrive

For time alone will close the gap
So yesterday becomes dust filled memories
And the horizon of tomorrow
Will be the road of today

For then, there will be no yesterday or tomorrow, only today
And when that day arrives
I will find peace and be complete
For I will be one with my destiny
                   (Favi F)

Hello Diary,

Yes, the road, and our dreams, to our destiny is filled with life’s challenges.. Monday, the day after Mother’s day, Ole Man Winter tried to put a damper on dreams by paying a visit, that is frost on the roof.. 🙂

 

 

But, not even Ole Man Winter will hinder our venture as we have our dream in our pocket and will not be denied… 🙂 “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)… 🙂

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
Of one’s life’s choices no one did bar.

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.

Being 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.

Being  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.

And  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)

There is always hope… 🙂

Well, will close for now.. preparing to get the covid vaccine and, with eyes on the horizon and destiny, will venture on down the path of life… but I shall return one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise.. 🙂

 

 

Care to join me on the road to our destiny? “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) … 🙂