“ The love a mother has for her children is legendary, it is said a child is the mother’s heart outside her body.” (Author Unknown) on the path least traveled….

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Hello Diary,

To Mom and all the mom’s of the universe, past, present and future who have shown a love (second to none) for another, who have sacrificed, known joy and heartache even though received little praise for the efforts, have a wonderful Happy Mother’s Day, on Mother’s day and every day, and may each day be filled with peace, love and happiness and thank you for being you!…  🙂

 

 

Thank you Mom… 🙂




Thanks for letting me feel love
Be it joy, or be it heartache,
To know someone’s love
A treasured feeling their love did make.

Thanks for letting me live life
To explore, to follow one’s dream,
To seek out and live every adventure
Not enough time in the day... it did seem.

Thanks for letting me meet friends
To share thoughts of love, hope..perhaps a tear,
And by going down the path together in friendship
Doing away with hate, anger….and fear.

Thanks for giving me the courage
To follow my own path...to be me,
To not follow someone else’s path
To live my own….. reality.

Thanks for giving me an open mind
As I venture down the path... allowing me,
To gaze upon life’s treasures, large and small
That many others do not see.

Thanks for giving me an open heart
Able to love, understand and forgive,
And when I grow too old to dream
A place where my memories will live.
          (Larry “Dutch” Woller )
Yes, Mom, without you I could not fly.. 🙂

Will close for now, venture down memory lane while gathering new memories… 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)

“There is none so blind as he who will not see” (Ray Stevens) on the path least traveled…

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Yes, due to closed minded elements of today’s world societies, there are conflicts of many kinds and I believe that it affects the children the worst, with unnecessary suffering… 🙂

 

 

Through the eyes of  child… 🙂

I woke up this morning in a rush
Eagerly to start the day,
Hopefully to learn about the world
Maybe even have time to play.

I have many, many friends
Each one somewhat different than me,
But none of us  mind at all
We believe it were meant to be.

Decided to check in with my friends
Before Mom gave the breakfast call,
So with anxious hands I started my little tablet
Were going to say hello to one and all.

My smile and joy were soon gone
As sadness did take its place,
My vision become blurry
A tear, ventured down my face.

I read a text in my inbox
With conflict, some of my friends did die,
With trembling lips I looked to the horizon
With heavy heart asked the question “WHY?”.

Just children wanting to live their dream,
Why is that so very wrong,
Their dream were taken away
So someone could prove their strong.

You know, my heart will mend
For their memory lives in my heart,
And one day,  together, we will laugh and play
Not even distance will keep us apart.

I finish this with a smile on my face
For I know my friends and I  will meet again,
And together we will follow our dreams
For it will be a new beginning, not the end.
            (Larry “Dutch” Woller)

Hello Diary,

Here on the path there are no guns, bullets or bombs for here on the path we venture down life’s highway, not with the fears of a closed mind, but the dreams of a open heart… in peace… 🙂

 

 

I set here looking at the news
The powers wanted peace they say,
And while they spoke, bombs were dropped
20 people 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 Fathers 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 people 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 Mothers will die 

 A war to end all wars, they said
Yet to war they always return,
Death, destruction, suffering and pain
Won’t they every learn?

What’s wrong with this idea?
Let’s give LEARNING a try,
Let’s give it a go, everyone
Maybe no more Children will die. 

 Anger versus anger, hate versus hate
Seeds sown by war at home and away,
Starvation , sickness, a family in tears
More and more people die every day.

What’s wrong with this idea?
Why not give PEACE, LOVE and LEARNING a try,
Let’s give it a go, everyone
Maybe no more people will die.
( Larry “Dutch” Woller) 
Here on the path the only weapon is love and understanding.. like helping my friends in India as they face life’s challenges… 🙂

Well, I had better close for now, have challenges of my own to deal with, but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂 

 

 

Until we meet again..

May your day be touched 
by a bit of Irish luck,
Brightened by a song 
in your heart,
And warmed by the smiles
of people you love.
(Irish Saying)
The time has come, let us begin
With all our voices joining in
To sing of love and brotherhood
People doing what they should to
Help there fellow man decree
And fill this land with harmony
The young and old, the rich, the poor
Making sounds, never heard before

Harmony! Harmony!
Let's all join in harmony
Sing away the hurt and fear
A great new dream will soon be here

Like the shepherd guards his sheep
Watch your children as they sleep
Like the potter turns his clay
Help to shape a better day, 
And let us sing a song of love
There's one thing I'm certain of
Love will fill the hearts of men
Peace will come on earth once again

Harmony! Harmony!
Let's all join in harmony
Sing away the hurt and fear
A great new dream will soon be here

Harmony! Harmony!
Let's all join in harmony
Sing of love, and brotherhood
And people doing what they should 
         (Ray Conniff)

“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 ) on the path least traveled…

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Thought before I would start the day, I would take some time, with a cup of tea, to contemplate the tomorrows….  🙂

 

 

Who am I, one wonders
Whether it is race, gender or ideology,
As I venture down life’s path
As a spirit that is born free..

Wondering about being different
Reminds me of words from a song,
Where do I fit in, one would ask
One wonders, where do I belong.

Does the image without
Determine who I am to be,
Even though the spirit within
May be different, be me.

Do I follow my heart’s dream
When heart and mind disagree,
Or do I listen to the mind
While dealing with reality.

Those questions and more
Life’s puzzle to unravel,
To find answers I am seeking
Down the path I must travel.

So I shall  continue down the path least traveled
To seek that rainbow, perhaps around the next bend,
Once found, I’ll have my answers
And that will be the beginning, not the end.
    (Larry “Dutch” Woller)

Hello Diary,

Well, my friend, in the past I have shown some of the lovely little flowers that are overlooked or looked down upon and ridiculed…there are other flowers that are a part of the gardens here on the path and they too are different and live in harmony with all on the path… I had thought about cutting a bouquet but rather than destroy the beauty of the flower, thought I would make a bouquet in pictures… 🙂

 

The Lilac.. 🙂

The Clematis… 🙂

The Hibiscus.. 🙂

The Daylily.. 🙂
The pond lily.. 🙂

And the rose… 🙂

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 friend
Whose beauty from within you do share,
With 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 friend,
For sharing sunshine, laughter, love and happiness
For which I know  will never end.
   ( Larry “Dutch” Woller )
“A single rose can be my garden… a single friend, my world.” (Leo Buscaglia)… 🙂

Well, I had better close for now, life is calling and I had better go see what it wants… 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)

“We all have our own life to pursue, our own kind of dream to be weaving. And we all have some power to make wishes come true, as long as we keep believing.” (Louisa May Alcott ) on the path least traveled..

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“Maybe I’m not so different from everyone else after all. It’s like somebody gave me a puzzle, but I don’t have the box with the picture on it. So I don’t know what the final thing is supposed to look like. I’m not even sure if I have all the pieces.” (Sharon M. Draper )…  🙂

 

Yes, in these challenging times, sometimes one asks oneself who am I, really…. 🙂

Who am I, one wonders
Whether it is race, gender or ideology,
As I venture down life’s path
As a spirit that is born free..

Wondering about being different
Reminds me of words from a song,
Where do I fit in, one would ask
One wonders, where do I belong.

Does the image without
Determine who I am to be,
Even though the spirit within
May be different, be me.

Do I follow my heart’s dream
When heart and mind disagree,
Or do I listen to the mind
While dealing with reality.

Those questions and more
Life’s puzzle to unravel,
To find answers I am seeking
Down the path I must travel.

So I shall  continue down the path least traveled
To seek that rainbow, perhaps around the next bend,
Once found, I’ll have my answers
And that will be the beginning, not the end.
    (Larry “Dutch” Woller)
And the adventure begins with the search for that elusive rainbow being led by my heart… 🙂

Hello Diary,

And after years of facing challenges, having the mind, spirit and heart bruised on occasion, I have no regrets for the only path to happiness is venturing down life’s path being me… and Steve Jobs agrees… 🙂

“Your time is limited, don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma, which is living the result of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of other’s opinion drown your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition, they somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary” (Steve Jobs )…. 🙂

 

 

Down the path least traveled I venture..

I awoke one morning, alone, in history’s past..
Left with a heart full of memories, a decision to make,
Confronted with two paths to my destiny..
Heart and mind to decide which one to take.

Take the one most traveled, the logical safe choice…
The one chosen by the multitudes..the human race,
Like sheep, following a path determined by another…
No self identity, all bearing the same face.

A path whose direction is chosen by a few
The rest to follow, ever so blind,
Their destiny not chosen by their own hand
Their fate determined, by a closed mind.

The other path less traveled, mysterious and unknown
Where one can be different, like me I confess,
Without fear of ridicule, bigotry  and hate
A path filled with love... and happiness.

A path where one can follow ones dreams
An open mind to see what others do not,
To live a life guided by one’s heart
While the other path one cannot.

Decision made, with eyes on the horizon
It’s down the path least traveled I do venture,
Excitement fills the air, a smile on the face
Looking forward to a great adventure.

My fate will be unknown, what lies ahead unsure
I do not know…. what my destiny will be,
But one thing will be certain, written in stone
I shall venture down that path …..being “ME“.
          ( Larry “Dutch” Woller)
On the horizon lies my rainbow and the path to the rainbow is a wonderful world indeed… 🙂

And speaking of venturing down the path, I had better close for now, get my walking shoes on and leave safe harbor to greet new adventures… but I shall return again one day, Fate be willing and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂

Until we meet again, my wish for you…. 🙂

 

 

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 heart only know love and happiness
On your journey through life.
     (Larry “Dutch” Woller)

“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) on the path least traveled…

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Yes, “It is not easy to find happiness within ourselves, and it is not possible to find it elsewhere.” (Agnes Repplier ) so I choose to be happy being me, even if it makes 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.

Not another like me, I am one of a kind
Don’t always fit in, with most society’s thought and mind,
But will sail against the current, pull on Superman’s cape,
Spit into the wind, with courage face adversity with glee,
How and why?... because I am are 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.
                                  ( Larry “Dutch” Woller )

And in spite of challenges being different may bring, there is happiness within because of a heart and spirit born free, being me… 🙂

Hello Diary,

In spite of the storms of conflict, illness, climate change, I venture down the path without fear because “I’m not afraid of storms, for I’m learning how to sail my ship.” (Louisa May Alcott) and as I gaze upon the horizon (photo take last summer) contemplating what adventures await me…. 🙂

 

And I asked myself “When Is The Right Time?”…. 🙂

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 sow the seeds of peace and more,
To pen a poem of love
To write a musical score.

To take this path
To maybe take the other,
To open ones heart
To  share it with another.

Today, tomorrow perhaps?
The answer is in the heart, you see,
So when is the right time, one asks?
When your heart wishes for it to be..
       ( Larry “Dutch” Woller ).

Yes, only the heart and time holds the answer… 🙂

And now the heart is telling me it is time to close as there are adventures waiting, more memories to be had… but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂

Yes,  even though conflict, illness, climate change, etc. are presenting dark days at the moment, we shall see brighter days because we know our love will see us through, knowing our dreams lie ahead, somewhere in time…  🙂

 

 

“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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With closed minded ideologies, greed, prejudice, conflict, illness, climate change, etc. presenting daily challenges to oneself, it is difficult to be positive, to hold on to one’s dream, but there is always hope to cling to, for…

 

 

“Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul – and sings the tunes without the words – and never stops at all.” (Emily Dickinson)… 🙂

HOPE IS

Hope is a feather floating in a bright blue sky
Hope is that sparkle that shines in your eyes.
Hope is a butterfly fluttering on the wind
Hope is good times spent with family and friends.

Hope is a newborn baby’s cry
Hope is a Mother’s lullaby.
Hope is the rainbow after a rain
Hope is the harvest of golden grain.

Hope is the light that keeps darkness at bay
Hope is the breeze on a hot summer day.
Hope is ever present and free of cost
Hope is the last thing ever lost.

Hope is staying positive when the going gets tough
Hope is seeking help when you feel you’ve had enough.
Hope is recovery from simmering sorrow
Hope is believing in a brighter tomorrow.
                    (Linda Hotger)
And when hope teams up with love, the team is unbeatable!!… 🙂

Hello Diary,

To deal with life’s challenges here on the path, not only is there the team of love and hope, but there is a third member of the team, my dream…“Every morning your have two choices: continue to sleep with your dreams, or wake up and chase them.” (Author Unknown)… 🙂

 

 

I Had A Dream And Still Do…. 🙂

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)
Here on the path ( and hopefully the rest of the universe) there is hope, love and a dream and they will get us through everything, right Abba?… 🙂 Yes, with a heart full of memories and with love, hope and a dream, I will venture down the path with a open mind as I deal with life’s challenges and seek out adventure with a smile on my face because each and every day will be a zip-a-dee-do-dah day!!… 🙂
I had better close for now, one of life’s challenges, the laundry is done… 🙂  but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂

And remember...
Never let anyone tear you down,
And never let anyone steal your shine and make you frown.
So, will you sit in the shadows and let darkness win again?
Or will you rise up and make the light your friend?
                                                       (Hollianne Boucher)

“The greatest challenge in life is to be our own person and accept that being different is a blessing and not a curse”. (Author Unknown) 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)
  
   
“If you think you can, you can. And if you think you can’t, you’re right” (Mary Kay Ash).. 🙂

Hello Diary,

Taking time  from daily adventures to share a few thoughts that rhyme.. it is a new year and “Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending.”( Maria Robinson ) so, with open mind and heart, it is on down the path of life I go, making new memories along the way while dealing with life’s  challenges being me, being different… 🙂

 

 

 

 I awoke one morning, alone, in history’s past..
 Left with a heart full of memories, a decision to make,
 Confronted with two paths to my destiny..
 Heart and mind to decide which one to take.
  
 Take the one most traveled, the logical safe choice…
 The one chosen by the multitudes..the human race,
 Like sheep, following a path determined by another…
 No self identity, all bearing the same face.
  
 A most traveled path whose direction is chosen by a few
 The rest to follow, ever so blind,
 Their destiny not chosen by their own hand
 Their fate determined, by a closed mind.
  
 The other path less traveled, mysterious and unknown
 Where one can be different, like me I confess,
 Without fear of ridicule, bigotry  and hate
 A path filled with love... and happiness.
  
 A path less traveled where one can follow ones dreams
 An open mind to see what others do not,
 To live a life guided by one’s heart
 While the other path one cannot.
  
 My mind is clear and open, gathering knowledge every day
 My spirit is young, adventuresome and floating free,
 Not confined by social chains, nor ideology closed minded
 I am what I am, I am me, what I wish to be,
  
 Decision made, with eyes on the horizon
 It’s down the path least traveled I do venture,
 Excitement fills the air, a smile on the face
 Looking forward to a great adventure.
  
 My fate will be unknown, what lies ahead unsure
 I do not know…. what my destiny will be,
 But one thing will be certain, written in stone
 I shall venture down that path …..being “ME“.
           (penned by Larry “Dutch” Woller)
  
  
   
Even though the ole mortal clock may be ticking down, it will be known that I will be living life this new year like I have the past years, doing it my way…. 🙂 Going to close for now, there is a life to live and it is calling me… 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)
   

“Far away there in the sunshine are my highest aspirations. I may not reach them but I can look up and see their beauty, believe in them, and try to follow them. “ (Louisa May Alcott) on the path least traveled…

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It is the holidays and the one thing we have more of here on the path than anything else is HOPE… 🙂

 

 HOPE IS
  
 Hope is a feather floating in a bright blue sky
 Hope is that sparkle that shines in your eyes.
 Hope is a butterfly fluttering on the wind
 Hope is good times spent with family and friends.
  
 Hope is a newborn baby’s cry
 Hope is a Mother’s lullaby.
 Hope is the rainbow after a rain
 Hope is the harvest of golden grain.
  
 Hope is the light that keeps darkness at bay
 Hope is the breeze on a hot summer day.
 Hope is ever present and free of cost
 Hope is the last thing ever lost.
  
 Hope is staying positive when the going gets tough
 Hope is seeking help when you feel you’ve had enough.
 Hope is recovery from simmering sorrow
 Hope is believing in a brighter tomorrow.
                     (Linda Hotger)
  
   

Hello Diary,

 

The last time I visited I shared a holiday memory of little Bree.. Well, we had two Jack Russell’s, Bree were considered a short hair Jack Russell, my late wife Kathy had Miss Daisy (Miss Daisy passed away in 2014) and she was considered a long haired Jack Russell… 🙂

 

 

She were the oldest, the head of the pecking order and in charge and preferred the title of “couch potato”… 🙂 and at Christmas, even though they both got the same present, Bree and Miss Daisy wanted what the other had so they would exchange gifts… 🙂

Yes, another Christmas memory remembered and hopefully many more to be made, not only with family but perhaps friends and others.. “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.” (Author Unknown).… 🙂

 

 

 

 As Christmas approaches
 One contemplates not the day,
 But all the years of memories and thoughts
 That one acquired along the way.
  
 Memories filled with sadness, sorrow perhaps
 Memories with happiness and joy, not fear
 Memories to bring out the laughter
 Memories to bring out  a tear.
  
 A special day and one to treasure
 And not because of the calendar age, 
 Because a life of memories and thoughts
 Today will be adding another page!
  
 Even though a distance and time apart
 It will be a day that we will all share,
 Our spirits knows no time or distance
 Be assured, I will be there!
  
 Today will become our memory, and we will share
 Christmas day, every day…... forever,
 Because of our spirits eternal
 Beyond…………. the 12th of Never!!
  
 Merry Christmas!
                (Larry “Dutch” Woller)
   
And, no matter where we are we will always be home for Christmas because home is where the heart is… 🙂 Well, I had better close for now, more adventures in the wind and memories to be made… but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise..

Neither rain, nor sleet, nor gloom of night, no matter life’s challenges, wherever your heart is this Christmas, have a

“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.” (Author Unknown) on the path least traveled….

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

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( “I do not do, say or write something to been seen or heard… I do, say or write something because it needed to be done, said or written…” , no nominations please, just sharing thoughts while exploring life 🙂 )..

“Everyday on the path least traveled brings adventure and change, that change presents a challenge, mentally and physically, as to how to accept it and deal with it, generates an excitement about being me while exploring the universe, living a second of time and looking forward to what the next second of time brings, looking forward to living life and doing it my way.” (Larry “Dutch” Woller )

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 other 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 )

Hello Diary,

Woke up to a somewhat dreary day this morning and after finishing tasks and chores, sat down with a spot of tea.. the morning brought back memories of another morning in history’s past… back in the 1950’s when I were living on the farm… a photo of me and my younger brother…

On the farm

And here is one of the family, I were standing between my Dad and my little sister, admiring a cornstalk we had grown…

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Anyway, the memory was in April, a dreary day with drizzle and occasional sleet… we had a few milking cows and one of them was a young Holstein that look a great deal like the one in the photo…

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Previously the young cow had become pregnant and it would be its first calf… well, Dad had said that I could have the calf as my own, so I kept careful watch on the mother cow as sometimes with first births, things don’t go well… while I were taking care of the mother I had dreams of me and the little calf living an enjoying life together, so looking forward to growing up together.. I loved history so I decided I would name the little calf Lancelot if it were a boy and Guinevere if it were a girl…

Well, on this particular April morning the cattle had come in from the pasture (50 acres with clover, etc about 2 feet high) and one could see that the mother had delivered the calf, and had abandoned the calf in the pasture… fear and worry set in… Dad said he would take care of the cattle and I was going into the pasture to find the little calf and he would join after quickly feeding..

I grabbed a fence post and wrapped a towel around it so I could use it for flag once I found the calf… it were drizzle with some sleet but off I ventured… after some time I managed to find the little calf in the weeds, still alive and covered with afterbirth…. It were a little girl and looked like the one in the photo only were black instead of brown..

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I cleaned the Guinevere as best I could , planted the flag and started back to the barn when I saw Dad with the tractor and little trailer coming my way… we got Guinevere on the trailer, I stayed with Guinevere while Dad drove, we got her in the barn and covered her trying to warm her up.. Dad made me go into the house and Mom put me to bed while Dad, and finally the Vet, tried to help Guinevere.. Mom watched me while Dad spent the night in the barn with Guinevere… overnight I had developed pneumonia and by morning I had a 103F fever ( I would end up spending three days in the hospital)…

Unfortunately, in spite of our efforts, it were too little, too late for little Guinevere and during the night while I were dealing with pneumonia, little Guinevere passed away… Dad waited till I returned home from the hospital and we buried Guinevere in the pasture from where she came..

That was the first time I felt heartache, tasted sorrow and shed a sad tear for a love lost… “There are things that we don’t want to happen but have to accept, things we don’t want to know but have to learn, people we can’t live without but have to let go.” Nancy Stephan

And though it were brief, while I had her in my arms, Guinevere and I were able to look into each others eyes, our spirits united and share joy together for a moment in history before it were time to say goodbye….

Well, I had better close for now.. back to reality, dreams and adventures.. but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…

I do not say goodbye for goodbye sounds too much like forever… 🙂

“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) on the path least traveled…

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

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( “I do not do, say or write something to been seen or heard… I do, say or write something because it needed to be done, said or written…” , no nominations please, just sharing thoughts while exploring life 🙂 )

I did not plan on sharing some thoughts today, this Sunday, but world events have cast a brief dark shadow over the path…man’s in-humanity against mankind..

Maybe No More Children Will Die

I set here looking at the news
The powers wanted peace they say,
And while they spoke, bombs were dropped
20 children died that day!

What’s wrong with this idea?
Why not give PEACE a try,
Let’s give it a go, everyone
Maybe no more children will die

Smiles on their faces, while shaking hands
Arms deals for defense would come into play,
A bomb went off in a crowded market
10 children died that day.

What’s wrong with this idea?
Why not give a world with LOVE a try,
Let’s give it a go, everyone
Maybe no more children will die

A war to end all wars, they said
Yet to war they always return,
Death, destruction, suffering and pain
Won’t they every learn?

What’s wrong with this idea?
Let’s give LEARNING a try,
Let’s give it a go, everyone
Maybe no more children will die.

Anger versus anger, hate versus hate
Seeds sown by war at home and away,
Starvation , sickness, a mother in tears
More and more children die every day.

What’s wrong with this idea?
Why not give PEACE, LOVE and LEARNING a try,
Let’s give it a go, everyone
Maybe no more children will die.
( Larry “Dutch” Woller)

Will they ever learn, one wonders?…“We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark, the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light.” (Plato)

Hello Diary,

Yes, this weekend there were more mass shootings here in the USA… “The saddest aspect of life right now is that science gathers knowledge faster than society gathers wisdom” ( Isaac Asimov)…

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The sad part is the leadership, and others, are failing to help deal with the issues, mainly because of element of world society’s closed minded ideologies and self-gratification.. here on the path (and elsewhere no doubt) there are changes being made while chasing one’s dream ( and hopefully it will allow others to know their dreams)…. I were born and raised on a farm in the 1940’s, 1950’s and early 1960’s… I am standing next to my father and sister..

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Being a typical country boy of that period of time, did do some hunting, not the sport type hunting but just what was needed for eating… the last time I used a weapon as a civilian were in 1962, before I enlisted in the service…. a photo of me, South Vietnam 1966…

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Now, I did have a couple of shotguns, a little .22 rifle and a antique muzzle loader but they mainly gathered dust hanging on a wall…. well, in 2015 I made the decision to get rid of the weapons so they would no longer be a threat to another creature… I contacted the local sheriff’s department to come get them…

“Mr. Woller
 
We will do that for you. Please send us an address and phone number to contact you and set up the pickup.
 
Am I correct in assuming that you are the sole legal owner of the items and that you are donating these to CCSO (no one individual), we can simply destroy them if we deem appropriate (we often take them to a Peoria plant where they are melted down.)  Please advise by email.
 
Thank you and thanks for your service in Vietnam.
 
Dan Walsh
Sheriff ~ Champaign County”

I put the weapons on the table..

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And a young deputy came on a sunny October morning and left with the weapons, helping me do my part to help others… “I gave all those (all races, gender, beliefs, 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)

For here on the path there is a dream and the times they are a-changin’…

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.
(Larry “Dutch” Woller)

Well, I had better close for now… working on more changes as they are all part of the dream and perhaps “Try to be a rainbow in someone’s cloud.” (Maya Angelou), but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise….

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

I am one of many and “Change will not come if we wait for some other person, or if we wait for some other time. We are the ones we’ve been waiting for. We are the change that we seek.” (Barack Obama ) and WE will make the world better for WE are the world….