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… 🙂
( “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 🙂 )
“Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird, that cannot fly.” Langston Hughes
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.
It is a late Saturday afternoon and in-between storms at the moment.. mainly rain.. live does go on with dreams to follow..“Don’t be pushed around by the fears in your mind. Be led by the dreams in your heart.” (Roy T. Bennett )… all in the gardens are taking the weather in stride, pursuing ones destiny… the raspberries bearing fruit…”My dreams are my dress rehearsals for my future.” (David Copperfield )
The daylilies are fine with the rainy weather also… “It’s not how much we give but how much love we put into giving.” (Mother Teresa)
Mr. Rabbit and friends are taking advantage of the quiet weather to get a bite to eat.. “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.”
And the pond fish are having a leisurely swim, enjoying the quiet of the day…“For last year’s words belong to last year’s language, and next year’s words await another voice, and to make an end is to make a beginning.” (T.S. Eliot )..
And such it is in the not so secret gardens.. 🙂
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 )
And finally, I recently purchased a new Kindle 10” Fire to eventually replace my old Kindle… “Any piece of knowledge I acquire today has a value at this moment exactly proportioned to my skill to deal with it. Tomorrow, when I know more, I will recall that piece of knowledge and use it better. “ Mark van Doren
I had better close for now, prepare for what the future may hold, check out a few dreams and chase some rainbows…but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…
Here on the path it is a wonderful world because there is always hope…
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.