The weather, love and poetry on the path least traveled….

Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..

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(Quietly sharing thoughts while exploring the world and the universe (no nominations please)….

“I do not do or say something to be proud of myself, I just do or say something because it needed to be done or said…” Larry Woller 5-6-2018

“I have an open mind about reading and therefore try not to restrict myself with the subject matter .. Life is complicated and not contained to a few ideologies, therefore in order to better understand the universe, I need to explore all of it, not just the parts I like..…”

“I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge. That myth is more potent than history. That dreams are more powerful than facts. That hope always triumphs over experience. That laughter is the only cure for grief. And I believe that love is stronger than death.” Robert Fulghum

Hello Diary,

Have the day finished, sitting here with a spot of tea and thought I would pop in and leave a few thoughts… there may be some storms later as at present have a hot, humid, unstable air mass… and speaking of which, are you ready for another science lesson.. 🙂 if you remember in history’s past blogs, I mentioned a red sky in the morning and the association to thunderstorms.. well, imagine if you will, you woke up to the red skies with plans to go on a picnic with family… as the day progresses you begin to see clouds like this…

towering

And another cloud like this one…

towering 2

And like this one…

towering 3

The clouds appear becoming vertical, like a basic chimney.. with growing up on the farm (and not having weather reports daily) and a present observer for the weather service, we observe such things… what the clouds are doing is called “towering”… it indicates that there is a unstable airmass/atmosphere present and the increased chance of storms, possibly strong to severe… so, if you are going on that picnic, you might want to have a back up plan ready…. You don’t need a weather person to tell you Mother Nature is planning something… 🙂

So much for the weather, back to the gardens for a bit… thought I would post a photo of the raspberries, a difference a week makes… 🙂

rberry

Not only does the berries provide food for the outdoor creatures, but provide protection for the birdbath that is on the other side under the trellis… also the day lily (confidence/passion) is in full bloom with the warm, rainy weather….

day lily

And speaking of lilies, the water lily (enlightenment/passion) is near bloom in the water gardens..

water lily

The small outdoor creatures and insects use the large leaves to get on to get a drink of water… with a garden of roses and lilies, reminds me of a poem actually… 🙂

The modest Rose puts forth a thorn,
The humble sheet a threat’ning horn:
While the Lily white shall in love delight,
Nor a thorn nor a thread stain her beauty bright.
(William Blake)

And speaking of love and passion, I wrote a poem in history’s past to share;

And I Love You So…

And I love you so
With every second of time,
More than words can say
In this little ole rhyme.

A love that grows stronger
With every beat of the heart!
Two hearts that beat as one
Inseparable… never to part!!

With every breath, every heartbeat
A true love spoken in every word we say,
A right and wonderful love, to treasure
Even after the four winds all blow away.

This rhyme is without end, my darling
Because so is OUR love, to last forever,
And I love YOU So, dear one
Beyond the 12th of Never!…
(penned by Larry “Dutch” Woller, 1-1-09)

I know there are plenty of conflicts and negative, dark subjects in this world that one will have to deal with from time to time but one cannot concentrate solely on negative thoughts because; “When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has been opened for us.” Alexander Graham Bell
And if one continues to look for negative thoughts, soon that is all one will know and; “As you think, so shall you be.” Wayne W. Dyer..

Well, I had better close now, perhaps open the Kindle (the lady vampire did fall in love by the way… 🙂 ) and stir up the imagination a bit before venturing on down the path least traveled… but I shall return one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…

“The only person you are destined to become is the person you decide to be.” (Ralph Waldo Emerson), but only if you want to… 🙂

Indoor garden, cracked pot and Secret Garden on the path least traveled…

Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..

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(Quietly sharing thoughts while exploring the world and the universe (no nominations please)….

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

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

“If you don’t know where you’re going, you may miss it when you get there”
― Kathleen Long, Chasing Rainbows

“You don’t marry the person you can live with, you marry the person you cannot live without”…

“You are evidence of your mother’s strength… especially if you are a rebellious knucklehead and regardless, she has always maintained her sanity.”
― Criss Jami,

Hello Diary,

A hot weekend to be had, have the week and today finished, thought I would pop in and share some thoughts… maybe some thunderstorms later which means more rain for the garden… Mother Nature’s garden, which I am a part of, is much like the world should be… all plants, creatures and insects are different, all with imperfections but they all are treated equal and have a place in the garden…it is sad the mankind’s world (garden) is not like that…. I believe that the last time I visited, I chatted about the outdoor garden… well today I chat a bit about the indoor garden, sometimes referred to as the Secret Garden (not everyone knows about it 🙂 )…

We shall start out in the area that I usually refer to as my “office”.. I have a small pot of live flowers (impatiens)

plant office

And I also have some live stalks of “lucky” bamboo….

bamboo

They add a bit of color and help refresh the air… I do have a few artificial flowers in the room also… venturing out into the hallway there is a hanging plant, the live plant is a sweet potato (like one would eat)….

s potato 1

There are a few artificial flowers present also…moving on there is an assortment of live flowers in the front window…

flowers front room

In nearby room, where I do most of my meditation and some painting (in this case paint by numbers 🙂 ) there is an assortment of artificial flowers…

secret garden 2

I also go to “school” there, working on learning Spanish…I had a teacher in school tell me “the day I need not gather anymore knowledge is the day of my funeral”… 🙂

spanish

Unfortunately at the moment I have been tardy at school and getting behind in my learning… 🙂 near my “school” desk there are some live spider plants…

spidey plants

And there is even a live sweet potato plant in the utility room..

s potato u room

Now, one would ask what do all these plants, live and artificial, have in common… well, they all came from mankind’s world and they were all rejected because they were different, imperfect and did not fit in… I found them on the Clearance shelf and due to be tossed into the garbage in a few days…. I brought them home and, as they say, the rest is history…:) they are doing fine (with a little help from me) being different in the gardens of the path least traveled…. 🙂

Reminds me of a short story about being different;

“”An elderly Chinese woman had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole, which she carried across her neck. One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water, at the end of the long walk from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.

For a full two years this went on daily, with the woman bringing home only one and a half pots of water. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it could only do half of what it had been made to do.

After 2 years of what it perceived to be bitter failure, it spoke to the woman one day by the stream. “I am ashamed of myself, because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house.”
The old woman smiled, “Did you notice that there are flowers on your side of the path, but not on the other pot’s side?” “That’s because I have always known about your flaw, so I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you water them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table. Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house.”

Each of us has our own unique flaw. But it’s the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding. You’ve just got to take each person for what and who they are as everyone has a place””

Well I had better close for now, life is calling, rainbows need chasing and I am going to sit in the gardens and comtemplate the tomorrows… but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…

Yes, I am going to sit in the gardens with a spot of tea and think about life and all the things life is to me.. 🙂

Red skies, roses and Bette Midler on the path least traveled….

Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..

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(Quietly sharing thoughts while exploring the world and the universe (no nominations please)….

“Holding on to bitterness is like taken poison and expecting the other person to die”… (Author Unknown)

Portrait of a friend…

I can’t give solutions to all of life’s problems, doubts,
or fears. But I can listen to you, and together we will
search for answers.

I can’t change your past with all it’s heartache and pain,
nor the future with its untold stories.
But I can be there now when you need me to care.

I can’t keep your feet from stumbling.
I can only offer my hand that you may grasp it and not fall.

Your joys, triumphs, successes, and happiness are not mine;
Yet I can share in your laughter.

Your decisions in life are not mine to make, nor to judge;
I can only support you, encourage you,
and help you when you ask.

I can’t prevent you from falling away from friendship,
from your values, from me.
I can only think of you, talk to you and wait for you.

I can’t give you boundaries which I have determined for you,
But I can give you the room to change, room to grow,
room to be yourself.

I can’t keep your heart from breaking and hurting,
But I can cry with you and help you pick up the pieces
and put them back in place.

I can’t tell you who you are or who you will be
I can only love you and be your friend
(Adam Clarke)

Hello Diary,

Starting to bring the day to a close, so thought I would take some time to pop in and share a few thoughts… going to be another warm/humid Amazon jungle type week with a break tomorrow, will venture out for a time early… the last few days had unsettled weather and most morning woke up to skies like this one (taken first of the week)…

red sky

Brings to mind the saying; “red skies in the morning sailors warning, red skies at night sailors delight”… the theory behind that is red skies indicate moisture in the atmosphere and with the sun rising and heating up the atmosphere and making it unstable, the possibility of storms…the other side of the coin, with the sun setting in the evening, the atmosphere starts to cool and become stable, thereby reducing the possibility of a storm… cool, eh?… well, that is your science lesson for the week… 🙂

With the summer rains, the backyard and garden is growing well (except for my tomatoes 😦 ) and the berries are near ready…

r3aspberry

These are raspberries and while they are edible, I do not eat them myself, the backyard creatures and birds feast on them… 🙂 the roses are starting to bloom as nature shows it beauty… there is the red rose (love, affection)…

roses north

Then the white rose (spirituality, remembrance)

last-rose-of-summer

And the pink rose (happiness)…

pink rose

When combined, the roses make a lovely, meaningful bouquet of flowers, I wrote a poem about my bouquet in histories past;

Garden roses…

A bouquet of roses 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 love
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, my love
For coming into my world, my dear friend,
For giving sunshine, laughter, love and happiness
For which I know… will never end.
(Penned by Larry “Dutch” Woller May 5, 2008)

Well, I had better close, finish the day, relax and finish the story on my Kindle, it’s about a lady vampire falling in love…yes, on the path least traveled even lady vampires can fall in love… 🙂 also have some rainbows to chase and a dream or two to check out…but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…

And speaking of roses, if you happen to know of anyone who is having dark days and difficulty finding love and happiness, Diary, you may wish to point them in the direction of Bette Midler, she may have an answer for them… 🙂

My little part of the universe on the path least traveled…

Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..

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(Quietly sharing thoughts while exploring the world and the universe (no nominations please)….

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

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

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

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

Hello Diary,

It’s a Saturday and sitting here listening to good ole summertime thunderstorms here on the prairie, nothing severe, just a light rain with an occasional rumble of thunder…:) a good time to relax with a spot of tea and enjoy the day and contemplate the tomorrows…. as you may recall, Diary, on my last visit I chatted a bit about the wonderful world seen through the eyes of others using cyberspace… now I will share a bit about my world, my little part of the universe…

As I venture down the path least traveled, I see blue skies…like a live painting, ever changing….

ice crystals-snow

A painting Rembrandt could not hope to duplicate…. A choir of birds singing, like the world each different in many ways yet (unlike a good deal of the rest of the world) living and singing in harmony…. I gaze about the gardens and backyard…nature’s beauty awakening from the winters doldrums and slowly but surely coming to bloom with all their splendor….

roses north

clematis 1

clematis 2

And then there is the water garden, due to climate change, just now coming in to its own…

water garden

In the coming days it will become an oasis for many creatures and insects, each seeking out their own destiny while passing each other on occasion, like ships in the sea, much like the rest of the world…. and soon there becomes a treasure trove of activity (some at night, some in the daylight) with birds, insects and other creatures…

Mr. Rabbit and a squirrel for instance..

rabbit and squirrel

And on occasion, while I am out collecting weather data, Attilia (the possum) path will cross with mine..

Attilia

And when the path least traveled is in full bloom with all the creatures, each being “different” like the rest of the world, my little part of the universe becomes a portrait that a Picasso cannot dare hope to create…. I am not a Warren Buffet, a Bill Gates or others like them, but I am far wealthier than they are because, using the words of Don Williams;

“And I’m just a country boy
Money have I none
But I’ve got silver in the stars
And gold in the mornin’ sun”

Well, that is bit about my little part of the universe, Diary, and now I will close and venture on down the path least traveled… with the prairie rains there comes rainbows and at end of one lies my destiny, don’t you see… 🙂 but I shall return one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…

As I journey down the path least traveled, through cyberspace and otherwise, I have (and still do) met and shared thoughts with many wonderful people who have shared a bit of their life with me, and I can say without a doubt they (and perhaps one day they may think the same about me… 🙂 ) are “Unforgettable”… 🙂

Poetry, exploring and it’s a wonderful world on the path least traveled…

Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..

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(Quietly sharing thoughts while exploring the world and the universe (no nominations please)….

“I have chosen to take the path least traveled and it has made all the difference”…

Hello Diary,

It is a Wednesday morning, quiet and pleasant… my choir of birds were out in full force and in complete harmony and the skies are blue with the winds calm here on the prairie…

morning

With low humidity, objects are much clearer and the treeline on the horizon is 4 miles away, even though it looks closer… reminds me of Sunday mornings when I sit down with a spot of tea (green with a dash of honey) and try to pen a poem…. wrote this poem one Sunday morning in histories past…

A Quiet Sunday Morning…

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

A quiet Sunday morning, sun shining
Thinking about the path, its mysteries many unfold,
Each to explore and treasure
Soon a treasured memory to behold.

A quiet Sunday morning, birds chirping
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 Sunday 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 Sunday morning, on the path
At the end, on the horizon, a lovely rainbow,
It is there my answers lie… the truth is known
Until then, only Fate will know.

A quiet Sunday 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
That will be the beginning, not the end.

(Penned by Larry “Dutch” Woller 7/9/2017)

Were chatting about technology the other day, how some folks have become “addicted” to it, especially the phone… well, I have one phone that is probably smarter than me… 🙂

phone

I do not carry it around with me when I am at home and I check it once in awhile to see if anyone called or left any messages, it is turned off at night… I do have it set up as a back up in case of internet failure…

I have two Kindles, with Kindle1 I do my reading and only have a few books downloaded (which I am reading or wish to read)…

kindle 1

I usually do my reading in the evening after the day is done when I am not doing something else…Kindle2 is my biblioteca or library…

kindle 2

Kindl2 has approximately 600 books downloaded on it, everything from Winnie the Pooh to Edgar Allen Poe to 50 Books You Need to Read Before You Die… now, I am femme by nature and thought so I trend towards poetry, romance and Winnie the Pooh, however do add a Hound of the Baskervilles to the mix on occasion to keep the fire of imagination burning… 🙂 I also have a few PC’s…

That being said, technology and I are not “joined at the hip”, though I do use technology from time to time…

Also chatted about the world of “difference” and all it contains… You see, the world (life) is like a meal (be it breakfast, dinner, etc)…a recipe for a meal has more than one ingredient and more than one spice… the wonderful recipe for the world (life) has more than one ingredient (people, creatures) and more than one spice (love, compassion, passion, understanding, etc)…

So, what does my technology have to do with the “world (life) meal”, one would ask?… well, I explore the world looking for all those wonderful “ingredients“ and “spices“ of the world (life) meal… 🙂 … I do this by my spirit (free of ideological shackles) venturing into cyberspace with open mind and heart, and gathering knowledge about and seeing the world through eyes and thoughts of others… as everyone and everything, in spite of differences, is a part the whole, the world (life) meal…

“Every piece of the universe, even the tiniest little snow crystal, matters somehow. I have a place in the pattern, and so do you!” – T.A. Barron

And every venture is an adventure, as I learn and see the wonders of the “third rock from the sun”, Earth…. 🙂

“I feel as though I have lived many lives, experienced the heights and depths of each and like the waves of the ocean, never known rest. Throughout the years, I looked always for the unusual, for the wonderful, for the mysteries at the heart of life.” Leni Riefenstahl

And speaking of ventures, I had better close now, have more adventures on the horizon and rainbows to chase… but I shall return one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…

Here on the path least traveled it is a wonderful world, isn’t it, Louis?.. 🙂

Destiny, romance, red rose wine on the path least traveled…

Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..

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(Quietly sharing thoughts while exploring the world and the universe (no nominations please)….

“I have chosen to take the path leas traveled and it has made all the difference”…

“I do not do or say something to be proud of myself, I just do or say something because it needed to be done or said…” Larry Woller 5-6-2018

“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

“Change is the law of life. And those who look only to the past and present are certain to miss the future.” John F. Kennedy

Hello Diary,

It’s a Saturday afternoon, chores and tasks taken care of and thought I would pop in and leave a few thoughts… may have some rain and storms later but nothing severe… and speaking of storms, took a picture of a prairie thunderstorm that occurred earlier this week…

prairie t-stm

They have a tendency to pop up on short notice with the hot and humid summer like air…luckily no damage was done with this one…ventured to the grocery yesterday and while shopping came across these little plants on the clearance shelf…

plants

No doubt they were a couple of days from being thrown in the trash… those little plants suffer the same fate as the grackle sitting on the bird bath…

grackle

They are not accepted by society because they do not meet the expectations of society, they are different and being what they wish to be…so therefore basically ignored and left to their own devices… but not here on the path least traveled as the grackle can live “its” life and I will put the little flowers in my “secret garden”…

secret garden

My secret garden is the area where I paint and color… the garden consists of plants that no one wants…like all else, they have a place… 🙂 and speaking of coloring, that is a good way to relax and contemplate all the tomorrows, something like meditation (which I do also)… I do not use crayons but artist colored pencils…

pencils

Of course the picture is just a picture so one can use ones imagination and create their own Picasso (or in my case NOT… 🙂 )..

color book

So, on a Sunday afternoon I get a glass of Red Rose wine, turn on some easy listening romantic music…

wine and roses

Go to my secret garden and with a mind at peace and a spirit free, I create my masterpiece while contemplating my destiny.. 🙂

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

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

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

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

(Favi F)

Well, I had better close for now and venture on down the path..life is out there calling me and I had best go see what it wants and has in store for me… 🙂 but I shall return again one day, Fate willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…

What, me worry??.. 🙂

Living life, being different and dreams on the path least traveled…

Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..

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“I have chosen to take the path leas traveled and it has made all the difference”…

Quietly sharing thoughts while exploring the world and the universe (no nominations please)….

“I do not look back very often, for there are too much in front of me I wish to see”…

“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

Hello Diary,

A warm, humid cloudy day today, Alberto moving in this direction…more like weather in the land of ‘gators and big snakes, Florida or the Amazon… 🙂 work done, and with the iffy weather for rest of the week, decided I would pop in and leave some thoughts…

How warm and humid one would ask?.. Almost too warm and humid for this squirrel to eat, it had to lay down and eat… 🙂

hot squirrel

Last weekend was a holiday weekend and the weekend tradition here was ham and beans…

ham and beans

In the past I would cook the ham and beans outdoors using a tripod, cast iron pot and wood fire.. Don’t use the tripod or the wood fire these days but I still use the cast iron pot as that is the only way to cook ham and beans, not only for flavor but using the cast iron pot also reduces any gas effect… 🙂

With the warm humid days and not as active, had a few moments to contemplate life and the living of it… I have noticed over time many unable to live the life they wish to because of the path they took, one that most everyone else takes, it appears to be the most safe and secure path but in reality it is not…

“Security is mostly a superstition. It does not exist in nature, nor do the children of men as a whole experience it. Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure. Life is either a daring adventure or nothing.” Helen Keller

It is a path that is usually governed by people with closed minds and ideologies and a good number of people do not find the happiness they had hoped for… I, on the other hand, saw the light and took the path least traveled… I wrote a poem about it;

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 is 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)

Of course, the driving force that will help determine what I shall become, what awakes me every morning, in spite of any circumstances, to guide me through the day is my “secret garden” , my dreams… John Raines wrote a poem about dreams..

Dreams..
There’s a place where I go that no one else knows,
Where mysteries abound and excitement grows.
A place out of reach of any man’s hands,
Safely secluded in a far away land
Beyond the grasp of those who may plunder
The wealth of its power and its life changing wonder.
I go alone to my secret place, never leaving a trace
For someone to follow and discover my space
Where I keep my secrets, my fears, and my regrets
Away from the world and all of its threats.
It’s mine and mine alone!
The only place I can call my own.
I treasure the moments spent in this realm
Where anything is possible and I’m at the helm.
This place I describe is all that it seems …
It’s a magical place I call my dreams.
(John Raines)

Well, I had better close, have dreams to follow, rainbows to chase and get prepared for Alberto’s visit… 🙂 but I shall return one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…

Keep following those dreams, right Sheryn Regis…. 🙂

Will they ever learn?… some thoughts on the path least traveled…

Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..

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“I have chosen to take the path leas traveled and it has made all the difference”…

Quietly sharing thoughts while exploring the world and the universe (no nominations please)….

“I do not look back very often, for there are too much in front of me I wish to see”…

“Life is one’s house, of what one will become, the accumulation of one’s efforts and takes time to build..everyday is a stone for the foundation of that house and part of the whole…don’t lose any sleep over stones that have been put in place, for they are now a memory, instead look forward and concentrate on what the house will finally become“.. Author Unknown

“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

Hello Diary,

A quiet, pleasant Thursday morning to behold here on the prairies (the tree line on the horizon is 4 miles away)…

thurs morning

Shaping up to be a rather warm and humid next few days so spent the week taking care of laboring tasks so I will not have to do them in the heat… this coming weekend is Memorial Day weekend here in the USA.. A time set aside to remember the men and women who gave their lives in various conflicts… conflicts generally caused by closed minded, self-centered members of the human race (a good number of whom lack the courage to fight their own battles) and unwilling to compromise and settle differences in a peaceful manner… it is sad that a good number men and women died needlessly, some of who I served with….

Not only the service men and women, but those unfortunate mortals that, through no fault of their own, became victims in those conflicts, especially the children…children who will never know love or give love, who will never realize their dreams, because of mortals inhumane, uncivilized treatment of their fellow mortals…with all the knowledge that has been acquired over the centuries, it seems all the human race has done is update the “club”…

I, for one, not only give thought to the service men and women, but also the others who have sacrificed and paid a great price, especially the children… I have wrote two poems in history’s past, Diary, and I wish to share today…

For the children…

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
60 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 without bombs 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
A 100 children died that day.

What’s wrong with this idea?
Why not give LOVE a try,
Let’s give it a go, everyone
Maybe no more children will die.
(penned by Larry “Dutch” Woller, 9-17-08)

And for the men and women (USA, British, Australia, Canada and others..)..

In Remembrance……

We were volunteers, one and all
So Noble.. Proud.. and Brave,
Did not know the reasons for war
Just a people from tyranny to save!

Glasses held high, we made an toast
Surely that Victory would rule the day!
While back at home, the voices of unrest
Not a kind word for us did they say.

Some could not vote, children were we
Some could not drink, but still our battle cry,
Even with all that we could not do
For us children, it was to do or die!

Vietnam was a hostile, violent land
The dangers, the horrors of war abound,
Whether the paddies of Vietnam or the fields of home,
Seemed for us, not a friend could be found.

But we proudly gave it our all, lads and lassies
Faced our destiny, with a hint of fear of tomorrow
Some to return to a mother’s joy
Some to return to a mother’s sorrow.

So should you be looking on today, lads and lassies..
One more toast, hold your glasses high,
To PEACE, HOPE and LOVE, may they long endure
CHEERS, LADDIES!!!.. And SEMPER FI

(penned on May 30, 2009 by; Sgt, Larry “Dutch” Woller
12th Marine Regiment
Vietnam, 1965–1966…)

Well, Diary, there are no conflicts here, all accepted as who they are and believe.. and I had better venture on down that path least traveled, there is a universe to explore and rainbows to find… but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…. 🙂

Won’t they ever learn, one wonders??….

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Attitudes, Breakfast and being different on the path least traveled…

Diary from the path least traveled..

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Quietly sharing thoughts while exploring the world and the universe (no nominations please)….

From the poem Journey of Self Discovery.;

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 travelled one,
To mark on journey of my own.
(Illahi Bedi)

“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

Hello Diary,

Got my chores and projects taken care of, it is a lovely spring day, so thought I would pop in (while listening to Andre Reiu) and leave some thoughts… have had some occasional rain but still pleasant weather and earlier this week thought I would plant my tomatoes that I had started inside some time back, if you remember… well, I decided to check on the plants yesterday and “HORRORS”, they looked like a cruise missile struck them!…

seed cup

I glanced around to see if I could find the culprit responsible and spotted it trying to make a get-away on the high wire…

squirrel on the run

I thought I had the plants protected but apparently not good enough for a determined squirrel… now, I am a member of the human race, have a reasonable I.Q. so I should be able to outsmart a bushy tailed rodent with an attitude, right??

rodent w attitude

RIGHT???… 🙂 (the picture above has the rodent lying on the limb, knowing that I am watching him and daring me to step outside 🙂 ).. well, I may end up getting my tomatoes from the grocery but until then, it is replant the tomatoes and “game on”… 🙂 through helping my late wife, and others, deal with cancer, I found that tomatoes aid (not a cure) in dealing with cancer…also having a good breakfast, whether dealing with cancer or not… and I have had the good fortune of meeting someone here on WordPress that has written a book about breakfast.. Her name is Grace Okezie and the name of her book is; Breakfast Tour….

me and cookbook

Not only does the book have some good advice but also some interesting examples of breakfast from other countries, which thanks to the internet I may try in the future…. Thank you Ms. Okezie for penning your thoughts so we may be able to read…. 🙂

Diary, I posted a picture of the book and myself to show you the book is real, I am real, I did purchase the book and plan to use it…far too many in cyberspace “talk the talk but don’t walk the walk”… in other words, they say the will or have done in order to promote a image but in actuality, they haven’t… that is not me so I guess that means I am different… 🙂

Being “different” in this world of closed minds is difficult and can be trying at times, but different I shall stay and enjoying every minute of it!!… it helps to be a free spirit with an open mind and heart in a mortal body… 🙂

I Am Different…

We may have the same eye’s
but I use mine differently

We may have the same heart
but I use mine differently

I’m Different cause I do things differently
I’m different cause I wear things differently

I may stand out differently in many ways
but I love it
and I love begin different

I Am Different
(Iesha Scales)

Different…..

How are we so “different”?
If “different” is just a thing.
If we all have certain features,
What does “different” bring?

People filled with hatred,
Can’t possibly see,
That there’s not really “differences”
Between you and me.

Looks can’t show “difference”,
If they’re just there to be seen.
If you don’t look like someone else,
Why are they so mean?

If being “different” is what is wrong,
I’d rather not be right.
And I’d want to finish living,
Doing the “different” fight.
(Vincen Tabatha)

Well, I had better close for now, Diary, exploring the world, the universe, turning over stones, smelling the roses and chasing rainbows are a never ending quest… 🙂 but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…

There is a place for us “different” people, right Ms. Streisand??.. 🙂

Lilacs, pet rock, poetry and “IZ” on the path least traveled…

Diary from the path least traveled..

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Quietly sharing thoughts while exploring the world and the universe (no nominations please)….

From the poem Journey of Self Discovery.;

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 travelled one,
To mark on journey of my own.
(Illahi Bedi)

“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

Hello Diary,

It is a Friday morning and the end of a busy week, bringing the outdoors out of its winter doldrums and preparing for summer…with the warmer temperatures and an occasional rain or two, there has been changes… if you remember the last blog I made mention of the lilac bush….

lilac bush

Well, here is that lilac bush today…what a difference a week makes…

lilac bush 2

And as I said, according to the saying “when lilacs bloom, it is time to go mushroom hunting” and I did, I ventured to the local grocery and they had a good selection and on sale…. 🙂 … I also have two areas that I refer to a wildflower areas where (while making sure the areas don’t become a nuisance) I let grow naturally, much to the delight of the backyard creatures… the first area is just coming to life and will soon be all green with flowers..

backyard wild flowers

And a second area growing nicely….

backyard wildflowers #2

Also decided to take a picture of my pet rock, Theodosopoulos…

pet rock

Theo is the strong silent type and, unlike certain members of the human race, prefer to remain silent and appear stupid, rather than say something and remove all doubt… 🙂 …

With spring comes the blooms of not only flowers but of love on the path least traveled…by all creatures in their own way… a love that knows no bounds, distance or time… a love that knows no gender, race or ideology.. A love that is a special bond of the hearts of two creatures that, using the words of Felix Adler;

“Love is the expansion of two natures in such fashion that each include the other, each is enriched by the other.” Felix Adler

Far too often in today’s society, the word “love” is use too loosely and without sincerity and meaning… a world without love is a cold and dark world and as I view today’s world that cold and dark world is more and more becoming a possibility… I wrote a poem about love a few years back;

It’s evening here all is serene
Waiting for the sandman, my love,
Thoughts of you fill my mind and heart
While gazing at stars above.

Trying to find the elusive words
That will allow this mortal to say,
In a thousand ways, that I Love You
And will always do so, each and every day.

Thoughts of you are in my mind
My spirit, yea my very heart,
Can’t find all the words I’m looking for
Don’t even know where to start.

So this will have to do, my love
For now it’s the best I can do,
To tell you from the bottom of my heart
How much that I love you!

Our love without end
Through an eternity it will endure,
A love so wonderfully right
Beautiful and pure.

And know this, my beloved
As I did from the very start,
Your love will be locked forever
Inside this country boys heart!

(Penned by the hand guided by the heart of Larry “ Dutch” Woller, 5-24-08)

Well, better close for now and venture on down the path least traveled… me and “IZ” have some blue skies, flowers and rainbows to check out…but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…