“If you love someone, set them free. If they come back they’re yours; if they don’t, they never were.” (Richard Bach) 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… 🙂

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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 🙂 )

“Walk on a rainbow trail; walk on a trail of song, and all about you will be beauty. There is a way out of every dark mist, over a rainbow trail. “ Robert Motherwell

“I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you can appreciate them when they’re right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together”… Marilyn Monroe

“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”… (Larry “Dutch” Woller)

Hello Diary,

No internet yet, hopefully online by Friday… it is a Tuesday and dealing with winter and it appears winter may be here for awhile… but there is a rainbow out there somewhere and will keep looking while living life with a open mind… sharing thoughts with you, Diary, with the heart doing the talking and the fingers doing the walking… 🙂

The subject of love, the definition of love, has come up in the past… will share two thoughts, one from my late friend and poet, Chris Clark of Skendleby, England..

The Man I Love!
He knows me
Better than I know myself!
And yet – in the World view of us –
We do not know each other!
.
He loves me!
(More than I love myself!)
And yet – as the World knows Love –
We’ve never touched each other!
.
He moves me!
As no other man has done;
Because – could the World’s eyes see –
Each of us IS the other!
.
(First draft, to Larry, on 11.10.08. Chris E Clark.)

She never finished it, or maybe she did… 🙂 the second is something I found online some time ago and believe it speaks about what love is about…. 🙂

To Love YOU..

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

Well, I had better close…hopefully will be online soon and can share more thoughts… in the meantime will follow my dreams and seek out adventure on the path least traveled… but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…

In some of my poetry I make mention of the 12th of Never… there is a song about love called The 12th of Never that explains love also… 🙂

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“I’m not afraid of storms, for I’m learning how to sail my ship.” (Louisa May Alcott) 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… 🙂

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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 🙂 )

When Is The Right Time, One Would Ask….

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

(penned by Larry “Dutch” Woller ).

Hello Diary,
Still don’t have internet, temporarily using backup briefly… won’t give up, no white flag waving on the path least traveled… what do I do without technology, the same thing I do with technology, live life and follow my dreams guided by my heart and a open mind… 🙂

It is a wintry Thursday morning with more winter coming the weekend, will feel like one is in the North Pole… so preparing for that, following dreams… taking a break from the activities to share a few thoughts… did get a winter storm last weekend as predicted… here is what it looked like from outer space on Monday morning 1-14-2019 (snow in the red circle)…

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And here is what it looked like on the ground the time the photo were taken from outer space… 🙂

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But there will be no white flags here as us dreamers think about our spring gardens while setting by the fire with a cup of tea…. 🙂

Reverie….
A warm and cheery fire roars merrily
And shadows dance about the darkened room.
Beside the hearth a gardener sits and dreams
Of sunny days, of flowers in full bloom.

Some hollyhocks should tower near the fence,
Bright red. ones that the bees can’t help but find.
The trellis at the gate again must wear
Blue morning glories, or the rosy kind.

To lend a bit of distance to the scene,
Close to the rear I’ll plant in shades of blue:
The tall and stately larkspur, double ones­
Of course I’ll put in scabiosa, too.

I couldn’t do without a pansy bed­
Snapdragons make such beautiful bouquets­
Frilled zinnias and yellow marigolds
Add just the proper touch to autumn days.

The flowers grow and bloom with loveliness
Until a sound destroys the fantasy­
A burning ember falls and I must leave
My garden and my charming reverie.
(Helen Beth Swanson)

While I were preparing my tea this morning, I happen to glance down at the counter and what did I see?!… A ant!…

ant

Here it is, middle of January, 6 inches of snow on the ground, cold and there is a ant in my kitchen… apparently the ant is a bit like me, being different instead of following the crowd, preferring to listen to its heart instead and follow its dreams… there is nothing wrong with hearing thoughts of others but in the end one must follow ones heart….

“It is not easy to find happiness within ourselves, and it is not possible to find it elsewhere.” Agnes Repplier

To follow ones dreams… “Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird, that cannot fly.” Langston Hughes … and live ones own life, not a life of someone else…

“When someone tells you “you’ve changed”, it might be because you have stopped living your life their way”.. John Pence

Perhaps to become a free spirit with a open mind… 🙂

Just Color Me A Free Spirit….

I’m just a free spirit
Open mind and heart is all I’ll ever be,
Don’t need much money
Being rich is not for me.

I have a pocket full of dreams
My fate, has yet to be told,
As I sail from safe harbor
While watching my destiny unfold.

I am not in a “box”
No social chains, you’ll see,
As down the path least traveled
Adventure waits for me.

Not interested in a “image”
Reality is my forte,
I am who I am, leaving no stone unturned
Exploring life each and every day.

Waking up to a world born free
With creatures in their daily rush,
Pursuing their own destinies
Before sunset brings, the evening hush.

The morning air smells clean and fresh
As I awake, it always brings a smile,
Can hear the sound of a distant train
That will travel many a mile.

Yes…just color me a free spirit
For most social graces I do not fit it seems,
No matter, as I choose happiness over ideology
Guided by my heart, as I follow my dreams.

(penned by Larry “Dutch” Woller, )

Well, Diary, this “spirit” had better close.. adventure waits on the path along with a upcoming winter storm.. but enjoy life we shall, not looking back to often for there a destiny waiting for me… but I shall return one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…

Yes, the ant and I have our eye on the horizon and a dream in our pocket… 🙂

“Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass, it’s about learning to dance in the rain” on the path least traveled….

Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..

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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 🙂 ).

Contemplate and Wonder…

A peaceful Friday 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 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 Friday
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 )

Hello Diary,

Well, it is Friday, Diary, end of the week and a busy week it has been… making changes and bringing the path least traveled into 2019 and preparing for a winter storm… have errands done, pantry and refrigerator stocked and at the ready… the morning started out quiet…

frosty friday

A hazy, frosty morning with a bit of a fog, the white is not snow but a heavy frost… a lull before the storm, I fear, for a major storm is moving in this direction and will be a snow event…

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Above is a view of it via satellite… made sure I were ready, give a bit more to the foodbank as they will be needed no doubt.. also got supplies for my backyard friends… set out a extra helping of food today….

extra feed

Above is one of three places as tomorrow food will be tough to find though I may venture out and uncover as best I can…. while I was putting out feed, a squirrel made an appearance and started feeding…

squirrel feeder

The feeder, by the way, as been at this location for over 20 years and withstood the winds of two tornadoes… 🙂 it wasn’t long before word was out that Dutch’s Buffet was open for business…. 🙂

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Soooooooooo, as best I can I have everyone ready for the approaching storm… why do I do it you ask?.. because I am different and I can… 🙂

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 or chained to a ideology…. 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 )

“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

Well, I had better close, Diary… the path with adventure and challenges is waiting for me… in spite of the snow my rainbow is out there somewhere… but I shall return one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise..

Yes, not only sail a different course here, but with technology and the eyes of others, I can explore the world…“I’m not afraid of storms, for I’m learning how to sail my ship.” Louisa May Alcott.. 🙂

Let me sail, let me sail,
Let the Orinoco Flow,
Let me reach, let me beach
On the shores of Tripoli.
Let me sail, let me sail,
Let me crash upon your shore,
Let me reach, let me beach
Far beyond the Yellow Sea.

Sail away, sail away, sail away. [Repeat: x4]

From Bissau to Palau, in the shade of Avalon,
From Fiji to Tiree and the Isles of Ebony,
From Peru to Cebu hear the power of Babylon,
From Bali to Cali, far beneath the Coral Sea.

Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, up, adieu. Oh. [Repeat: x3]
Sail away, sail away, sail away. [Repeat: x4]

From the North to the South, Ebudæ into Khartoum,
From the deep sea of Clouds to the island of the moon,
Carry me on the waves to the lands I’ve never been,
Carry me on the waves to the lands I’ve never seen.
We can sail, we can sail with the Orinoco Flow,
We can sail, we can sail.

(Sail away, sail away, sail away)
We can steer, we can near
With Rob Dickins at the wheel,
We can sigh, say goodbye Ross and his dependencies
We can sail, we can sail
(Sail away, sail away, sail away)
We can reach, we can beach,
On the shores of Tripoli,
We can sail, we can sail
(Sail away, sail away, sail away)

Friendship and building bridges on the path least traveled….

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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 🙂 ).

A Quiet Monday Morning…

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

A quiet Monday 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 Monday 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 Monday 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 Monday 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 Monday 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,

It is a rainy gloomy morning weather wise but here on the path no gloom or doom… “Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass, it’s about learning to dance in the rain”… 🙂 thought I would take a break from “dancing” and share a few thoughts about friendship….:) … friendship is like a bouquet from the garden…

garden flowers

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 hope will never end.
(Penned by Larry “Dutch” Woller )

And friendship can come from any source.. like little Bree (she passed away in 2016)…

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Bree

JUST MY DOG
He is my other eyes that can see above the clouds;
My other ears that hear above the winds.
He is the part of me that can reach out into the sea.

He has told me a thousand times over that I am his reason for being
By the way he rests against my leg
By the way he thumps his tail at my smallest smile
By the way he shows his hurt when I leave without taking him.
(I think it makes him sick with worry when he
is not along to care for me.)

When I am wrong, he is delighted to forgive.
When I am angry, he clowns to make me smile.
When I am happy, he is joy unbounded.
When I am a fool, he ignores it.
When I succeed, he brags.
Without him, I am only another person.
With him, I am all-powerful.
He is loyalty itself.
He has taught me the meaning of devotion.
With him, I know a secret comfort and a private peace.
He has brought me understanding where before I was ignorant.
His head on my knee can heal my human hurts.
His presence by my side is protection against my fears of dark and unknown things.
He has promised to wait for me… whenever…wherever–in case I need him.
And I expect I will–as I always have.
He is just my dog.
(Author Gene Hill…)

Friendship knows no race, religion, belief, ideology…

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“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

Friendship knows no gender…

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A Wish For my friend, a lady..

My wish for my friend, a lady
May her spirit always be free,
May her life be full of happiness
Laughter in her world will always be.

May her heart never know pain
No sorrow will her heart find,
To witness each and everyday with..
A open heart and peace of mind…

And when her mortal days are over
And to another life she will surely go,
She will be greeted by friends and loved ones
Trouble and suffering, she will no longer know…

This is my wish for my friend, a lady
For she is a dear friend, don’t you see,
And with each and everyday, I hope and wish
That a dear friend, she will forever be..
(Penned by Larry “ Dutch” Woller )

“You have been my friend. That in itself is a tremendous thing. After all, what’s a life, anyway? We’re born, we live a little while, we die. By helping you, perhaps I was trying to lift up my life a trifle. Goodness knows anyone’s life can stand a little of that.” E.B. White, Charlotte’s Web

“When a friend is in trouble, don’t annoy the friend by asking if there is anything you can do. Think up something appropriate and do it.”

“Life gives us brief moments with another, but sometimes in those brief moments we get memories that last a lifetime, So live that your memories will be part of your happiness.”

Well, I had better close, Diary… venture on down the path least traveled and see what adventures lie ahead…“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….

Friendship is being there for someone when they find themselves in troubled waters…

When you’re weary, feeling small
When tears are in your eyes, I’ll dry them all (all)
I’m on your side, oh, when times get rough
And friends just can’t be found
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down

When you’re down and out
When you’re on the street
When evening falls so hard
I will comfort you (ooo)
I’ll take your part, oh, when darkness comes
And pain is all around
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down

Sail on silver girl
Sail on by
Your time has come to shine
All your dreams are on their way
See how they shine
Oh, if you need a friend
I’m sailing right behind
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will ease your mind
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will ease your mind

A New Year And The Beginning Of A New Ending On The Path Least Traveled…..

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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 🙂 ).

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

“I gave all those (all races, gender and religion) from all countries that perished in the Towers a time of thought and remembrance… but now it is time to move on, not live in the shadows of 9/11….. I cannot change the past, but I can help determine the future… I cannot help the dead but I can help the living.. (Larry “Dutch” Woller)

“No one can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending” Maria Robinson

“Life is complicated and not contained to a few ideologies or beliefs, therefore in order to better understand the universe, and me, I need to leave safe harbor and explore all of the universe, not just parts of it..…” (Larry “Dutch” Woller)

Hello Diary,

I am back for a moment… I have been enjoying the holidays, bringing Christmas to a close and preparing for the new year… it is a cold and gloomy wintry morning at present…

gloomy morning

But the home and spirit is warm… 🙂 while dealing with life’s challenges and preparing for the future, took time to contemplate the future and what the future may bring… I penned some thoughts…

The new year is rapidly approaching
As I contemplate the tomorrow,
Leaving some memories filled with happiness
A few memories filled with sorrow.

I peer out my window
At a winter world cold and bleak,
A world of conflict, anger and hate
Mortals are suffering as I speak.

But we have a dream
Martin Luther King 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 fear,
But a heart filled with a dream
That everyone has a wonderful new year.
(Larry “Dutch” Woller)

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

And some thoughts from history’s past….

It is down the path least traveled I do 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,
Spirits 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 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!
(penned by Larry “Dutch” Woller )

“You can’t start the next chapter of your life if you keep re-reading your last chapter.”

Well, I had better close now, Diary… chores to do and dreams to follow.. but I shall return in the new year, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…

In spite of the gloom, there is a wonderful world should one wish to look for it… 🙂

I see trees of green,
red roses too,
I see them bloom for me and for you
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world

I see skies of blue and clouds of white
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world

The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shaking hands
Saying, “How do you do?”
They’re really saying, “I love you.”

I hear babies cry, I watch them grow
They’ll learn much more than I’ll ever know
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world
Yes, I think to myself
What a wonderful world

Merry Christmas Fate, wherever you are…

Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..

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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 🙂 ).

“I have a greater peace of mind by being straightforward and truthful about myself, with open heart and mind, knowing the outcome being uncertain, rather than to wake up tomorrow morning and have to deal with a falsehood I told yesterday.” (Larry “Dutch” Woller )

“Everyday on the path least traveled brings change, that change presents a new challenge, mentally and physically… as to how to accept it and deal with it, determines what I am to become, generates an excitement about living a second of time and looking forward to what the next second of time brings, a day filled with adventure and mystery.” Larry “Dutch” Woller

“I am what I am, venturing down the path of life, following my dreams, chasing rainbows and leaving safe harbor to boldly go where I have not been before”… (Larry “Dutch” Woller)

I was not a king or president,
No powers did I hold,
I wasn’t a preacher or a pope,
No sermon for the fold.

So tell me , fate
You hold the key,
What is my destiny
Suppose to be?

Can no longer build cities
The back is tired and sore,
I was a soldier once
No longer have the heart for war.

So tell me, fate
You hold the key,
What is my destiny
Suppose to be?

I’ve tilled the soil as a farmer
Fed the world is what they say,
But I see the faces of hunger
Still this very day.

So tell me, fate
You hold the key,
What is my destiny
Suppose to be?

I’ve donated time and money
Ask for nothing in return,
I see nothing has changed
Will they ever learn?

So tell me, fate
You hold the key,
What is my destiny
Suppose to be?

I’ve tilled the fields and went to war
Built cities and bridges and much more,
Has my destiny run it’s course
Fate, is there any more?

So tell me, fate
You hold the key,
What is my destiny
Suppose to be?
(Larry “Dutch” Woller)

We will meet again one day, Fate… until then, Merry Christmas wherever you are….

Yes, there is a Santa Claus on the path least traveled…

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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 🙂 ).

Mama’s Christmas Miracle… by Kathy J Parenteau

Mama told me a story a long, long time ago, not like any that I’d ever heard,
all about a little girl mama used to know, how I remember every word.
Seems like a lifetime ago, though I remember it so well.
It was a Christmas Eve I’ll never forget as far as I can tell.

We were sitting at the kitchen table, it was only my mother and me.
I was dreaming of Christmas morning and all the presents under the tree.
Dad wasn’t doing that well and money was scarce that year.
Mama found a way of telling me without me shedding one tear.

She told me a story of a little girl and a Christmas long ago,
who came from far away, a place where it rarely snowed.
Santa was just a dream to her, but she believed so much inside,
that Christmas was going to be special, so she knelt by her bed and she cried.

“Lord, let Santa remember me if not just this one time.
I promise I won’t ask for much, maybe a dolly I can call all mine.”
She closed her prayer and thanked the Lord for all that she received.
She knew that Santa would really come if only she believed.

She wrote a letter to Santa, unfamiliar to most girls and boys.
Though her list was long and full, on it there were no toys.
Only things we take for granted, like new shoes or underpants,
hair bows for her sisters and gloves to warm her brothers’ hands.

At the bottom of her list she asked, if it not be too much,
for a brand new baby doll she could hold and love and touch.
Then Christmas morning came and she looked beneath her tree,
Not a present to be found as far as she could see.

She didn’t give up hope as she heard a knocking sound.
When she opened up her door, a great big box she found.
She called out to her mother and dad, brothers and sisters too,
She said, “My prayers were answered, there’s something in here for all of you.”

Her daddy got brand new boots, her mother new underpants, her sisters got beautiful hair bows, her brothers warm gloves for their hands.
Buried deep beneath the box was a brand new baby doll and a note that said, “Merry Christmas, I love you one and all.”

I’ll never forget that story because much to my surprise,
I saw the true meaning of Christmas shining in my mother’s eyes.
For those of you who are wondering, as if you didn’t know,
The little girl in Mama’s story was my mother long ago.

Hello Diary,

It is a Tuesday morning, not been a pleasant past few days, cold and wintry… woke up to freezing fog yesterday morning…

freezing fog

The temperature were 17 degrees F and visibility of 300 feet… difficult to keep up the holiday spirit but no white flag flying here… 🙂 have some errands to do this morning, get supplies for the holiday for me and my backyard friends… more weather end of the week…

And speaking of the holiday spirit, seems there is a debate about Santa.. put the tree up the day before Christmas day, presents, food and football on Christmas day, tree down the day after Christmas.. Hmmmmmm, no holiday magic there… so sad… there is holiday magic and Santa here on the path least traveled… 🙂

Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus… (Francis Pharcellus Church )
“Virginia, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except what they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men’s or children’s, are little. In this great universe of ours man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect, as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.
Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exists, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! How dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus? It would be as dreary as if there were no Virginias. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment except in sense and sight. The external light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.
Not believe in Santa Claus? You might as well not believe in fairies! You might as well get your papa to hire men to watch all the chimneys on Christmas Eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if they did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that’s no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders that are unseen and unseeable in the world. You tear apart the baby’s rattle to see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, not even the united strength of all the strongest man that ever lived, could tear apart. Only faith, poetry, love and romance can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernatural beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, Virginia, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding.
No Santa Claus? Thank God he lives, and he lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay 10 times 10,000 years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.”

I wonder what is in that large package that Santa left for me under the tree…
xmas package1

Hmmmmmmmmmmm.. 🙂

Well, I had better close for now… get on with the day.. errands to do, stars to gaze, dreams to follow, rainbows to chase.. so it is HO HO HO, off we go…. but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…

No doubting Thomas’s, no nay sayers.. just a dreamer with a heart filled with dreams….. and some holiday pudding waiting for me… 🙂

When you wish upon a star
Makes no difference who you are
Anything your heart desires
Will come to you.

If your heart is in your dreams
No request is too extreme
When you wish upon a star
As dreamers do.

Fate is kind
She brings to those who love
The sweet fulfillment of
Their secret longing

Like a bolt out of the blue
Fate steps in and sees you through
When you wish upon a star
Your dreams come true