“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… 🙂

( “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)…

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

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!…

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… 🙂

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“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..

( “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…

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…

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….

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…

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…. 🙂

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….

Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..

( “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…

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)…

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…

“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…

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

Giving, humor and Santa is watching you on the path least traveled…

Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..

( “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 🙂 ).

The Gift of Giving… Frank Sonnenberg

Give out of love, not obligation.
Give when it’s least expected.
Give without strings attached.
Give from your heart.
Give of yourself.
Give to show that you care.
Give help without causing helplessness.
Give something that makes personal sacrifice.
Give to make a difference.
Give without keeping score.
Give for no reason at all.
Give a little if you can’t give a lot.
Give without attracting attention to yourself.
Give without being asked.
Give of your experience.
Give to those who need it most.

Hello Diary,

Well, it is a Monday morning, the holiday continues… a bit cloudy and cold this morning but sun later perhaps… yesterday the sun were out with a bit of fog but pleasant though cool…

I expect there are those who are taking advantage of the pleasant weather to do errands and shopping.. had a relaxing weekend after a busy week, now preparing for the next year… taking a moment from the activities to share a few thoughts… the holiday is also about giving… had a surprise visit from a young couple who lives down the street.. do not know their last name or very little about them but they stopped in over the weekend and gave me a present… a cute small pail and a card.. “People will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.”

Inside was a delicious party mix that they made themselves…

I were caught by surprise so I did not have a card, but I did have a 3 pound canned ham that I purchased a short time back for special occasion and that special occasion arrived… 🙂 I gave them the ham and apologized for not having a card…. while thinking of Santa and the reindeer, a short time back I posted a rare occurrence of a couple of reindeer in the neighborhood…

I am wondering now if they were Santa’s reindeer on a mission… Hmmmmmmmmmm.. 🙂 yes, love, dreams, hope, giving, all part of the holiday… but humor has a place in the holiday season also… I penned these thoughts…

The 4th of July Holiday May Be Easier..

It were a few days before Christmas
With a half decorated tree,
No one were stirring
Not even me…

Still in my pajamas
All snuggled in bed,
With visions of winning the lottery
Dancing in my head…

There were a loud noise
And I awoke with a start,
I shuffled to the windows
The curtains I did part.

Was it 9 tiny reindeer
With a jolly elf dressed in red?
Disappointment in the air
It were the garbage collector instead.

I ventured to the kitchen
For a spot of tea and some toast,
Opened the fridge to find
A turkey and dressing to roast.

Ventured to the room with the tree
The room warmed by the morning sun,
At a glance I realized with a frown
That there’s dusting to be done.

In the corner were the vacuum
Looking so forlorn,
It needs to be run
Some time before Christmas morn.

Presents needing paper, ribbons
Bows and all that matter,
I stand outside with rake in hand
A yard full of leaves to gather.

A present under the tree
Could it be my favorite toy?
Then a thought came to mind
I may be too tired to enjoy… sighhhhh
(Larry “Dutch” Woller)

Well, I had better close.. life is calling and I need to answer the call to see what life wants… plus there are dreams to follow… so Diary, I wish you a Great start for Mon, Love for Tues, Peace for Wed, No worries for Thurs, Fun for Fri, Joy for Sat, Happiness for Sun. Have a wonderful week, and I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…

Ray Stevens says you best not be naughty ‘cause Santa is watching you… 🙂

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

Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..

( “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…

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…

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

I have a dream on the path least traveled…

Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..

( “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 say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream. I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: “We hold these truths to be self-evident; that all men are created equal.” Martin Luther King, Jr.

“Every morning your have two choices: continue to sleep with your dreams, or wake up and chase them.”

“The greatest challenge in life is to be our own person and accept that being different is a blessing and not a curse”.. Kilroy Oldster

Hello Diary,

It’s a Monday morning, a start of a new week and a cold, rainy week it is to be they say… have indoor projects, Spanish lessons, meditation, Tai-Chi and other activities too numerous to mention, so no boring days here… if you recall, Dairy, in history’s past I mentioned the last rose of summer, well over the weekend I found another….

The little rose not giving up yet… 🙂 also over the weekend, I prepared this weeks meals and put in freezer..

Have today’s and Tuesday meal out to put in refrigerator… also over the weekend I worked on acrylic finger nails….

I put a coat of polish over part of the nail to imitate a real finger nail and when done the finished product looks like this..

Now, I am sure there will be those that will raise a eyebrow about this but I am not concerned..
“You wouldn’t worry so much about what others think of you if you realize how seldom they do”.. Eleanor Roosevelt

They are my fingers and I do what I need to do..those fragile, brittle nails growing underneath are protected from the elements… 🙂

He’s an old hippie
Don’t fit in with the old
Too old for the new,
Not trying to make a fuss
Just trying to adjust.
(Bellamy Brothers)

Just living life and enjoying adventures while being oneself and doing it my way in a world that seems to be more and more closed minded and self-gratifying..Yes, just like Martin Luther King, Jr. and many others, just following ones dreams on the path least traveled..

“The one who follows the crowd will usually get no further than the crowd. The one who walks alone, is likely to find himself in places no one has ever been.” Albert Einstein

A Dream On The Path Least Traveled..
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 dream 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 themselves
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 )

And speaking of following dreams, I had better close for now and do exactly that, also have some chores to do, all part of life on the path least traveled… 🙂 but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise….

Even us born again heathens can have a dream… 🙂

I have a dream, a song to sing
To help me cope with anything
If you see the wonder of a fairy tale
You can take the future even if you fail
I believe in angels
Something good in everything I see
I believe in angels
When I know the time is right for me
I’ll cross the stream, I have a dream

I have a dream, a fantasy to help me through reality
And my destination makes it worth the while
Pushing through the darkness still another mile
I believe in angels
Something good in everything I see
I believe in angels
When I know the time is right for me
I’ll cross the stream, I have a dream
I’ll cross the stream, I have a dream

I have a dream, a song to sing
To help me cope with anything
If you see the wonder of a fairy tale
You can take the future even if you fail
I believe in angels
Something good in everything I see
I believe in angels
When I know the time is right for me
I’ll cross the stream, I have a dream
I’ll cross the stream, I have a dream

Following a dream and you gotta love someone on the path least traveled…

Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..

(No nominations please, just sharing thoughts while exploring life 🙂 ).

“Love knows no bounds or time, love is the spirit of the heart, love is the life support of hope, love is the force behind compassion, love is the foundation for true friendships, relationships….without love, life is barren”…. (Larry “Dutch” Woller)

“The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.” Audrey Hepburn

“The art of writing is the art of discovering what you believe.” Gustave Flaubert

“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

Hello Diary,

Near middle of the week, been busy preparing for winter, all the while summer trying to not let go and leave…but soon may be summer’s last hurrah as they are forecasting low temperatures in the 30’s end of the week.. … 🙂 taking time out from the daily adventures and thought I would share a few thoughts… returning to avoiding waste, conserving, etc… over the past have been experimenting with a number of ideas… do not drink coffee these days but chose to drink green tea…

Green tea is better for me and I use a bit of honey as a sweetener… I also use herbs for health reasons but it is difficult to get fresh herbs here on the prairies and to be able to avoid waste with fresh herbs, so I have taken to using capsules…

One needs to be careful and purchase only from a reputable seller and to start out in moderation to ensure one does not have a reaction…. I also have issues with using fresh eggs…. I do not use eggs that often with it just being me, so I decided to purchase powdered eggs…

I can use however much I wish, don’t have to worry about refrigeration and when I eat eggs it is usually scrambled anyway… also I have issues with potatoes spoiling… if I purchase a bag of potatoes over time I will end up throwing away half the potatoes… so to have mashed potatoes I purchase the package..

For a baked potato I will purchase a whole baked potato and then cut to portion size I wish, bake and then freeze individually… for french fries I will purchase a potato for baking, cut into slices and then halve the slices…

Add what spices I wish, bake and then put on a cookie sheet and into the freezer to freeze individually… then I put into a zip-lox bag and can remove how ever many potatoes I wish to eat…
And for vegetables I usually purchase frozen…

And I can remove whatever portion I plan to eat… I also purchase the above vegetables in cans to reduce refrigeration…. So, an example of my efforts in the food department to eat healthy and avoid waste… also to reduce energy consumption and as some of those foods can be delivered, I can reduce the amount of carbon omissions and use of fossil fuels by not driving…

With my efforts hopefully the food that I would have wasted has been given to someone needy and I have helped in making the world a better place for those that may follow me… that is one of my dreams that I follow!!! … 🙂

“I expect to pass through this world but once. Any good therefore that I can do, or any kindness that I can show to any fellow creature, let me do it now. Let me not defer or neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again”.. William Penn

“The life I touch for good or ill will touch another life, and that in turn another, until who knows where the trembling stops or in what far place my touch will be felt. “
Friedrich Buechner

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

Well, I had better close and venture on down the path… have life to live, adventures to explore, dreams to chase and rainbows to find… but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂

Well, if one wishes to do what I do, arise with a light heart to a bright day filled with happiness, some way, some how you gotta love someone, right Seekers?… 🙂

You can hear them singing on the street
You’ve gotta love someone
If you want to dance with happy feet
You’ve gotta love someone

Don’t need anyone to tell you how
There never was a better time than now
Cause we all know what makes the world go round
You’ve gotta love someone

I am in heaven
All of the seven
Days of the week
With you having fun
My heart’s on fire
I am inspired
Love takes you higher
When you truly love someone

If you want to steal his heart away
You’ve gotta love someone
If you can t live without her one more day
You know you love someone

I’ve got a secret to reveal
It s got me spinning like a spinning wheel
So if you want to know just how it feels
You’ve gotta love someone

Love takes you higher
When you truly love someone
Love takes you higher
When you truly love someone