“I have a dream, a song to sing, to help me cope with anything “ (ABBA) 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 🙂 )

Well, it is PRIDE month, here on the path every day is PRIDE… 🙂 be proud of who you are, what you believe and follow your dreams… have my pride hat at the ready, supporting any who are living life their way and following their dreams (and those, because of unforeseen circumstances, who cannot at this time).. 🙂

me with pride hat..

And following Steve Jobs advice; “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

And sometimes, when following ones dreams, one may encounter adversity and hostile criticism but “Never be bullied into silence, never allow yourself to be made a victim, accept no one’s definition of your life, define yourself”… Robert Frost

Like the coat of many colors, love will find a way and help one through it all…

Hello Diary,

Well, my friend Bette came up with the idea of dancing among the flowers, so with the help of Andre Rieu, have grabbed my hat, will be who I am with my dreams in my pocket, so take it away Mr. Rieu…

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

honeysuckle

Roses.. “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)..

rose a

Hosta… “Find out who you are and be that person. That’s what your spirit was put on this Earth to be. Find that truth, live that truth and everything else will come.” (Ellen DeGeneres)..

hosta 2

Clematis.. “Confidence is knowing who you are and not changing it a bit because of someone’s version of reality is not your reality.” Shannon L. Alder

clematis 3

Hosta… “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

hosta 1

Peonies.. “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

peonies

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, but the dance is far from over as there will be another time.. for now will have some rainbows to explore and some dreams to contemplate.. but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂

It is a pleasant Tuesday here on the path but storms on the horizon for tomorrow.. But “I’m not afraid of storms, for I’m learning how to sail my ship.” (Louisa May Alcott) and “Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass, it’s about learning to dance in the rain”… may not be dancing but perhaps singing a note or two… 🙂

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“ Love is a beautiful journey, where every step is a destination and every moment an eternity” 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 🙂 )

Flowers are always associated with love, especially the rose.. the first rose of summer..

first rose of summer

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

love

Hello Diary,

So far have managed to avoid the severe weather…there are more storms on the horizon, mainly this weekend so I thought I would share some thoughts today.. “Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass, it’s about learning to dance in the rain”.

In spite of the weather, the flowers in the gardens and backyard are starting to make their presence known… spreading beauty, fragrance and love… a white rose “a new beginning”…

white rose

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

And of course the red rose… the symbol of love among the roses..

red rose south side

“True love doesn’t happen right away; it’s an ever-growing process. It develops after you’ve gone through many ups and downs, when you’ve suffered together, cried together, laughed together, loved together.” (Ricardo Montalban)..

Of course, other flowers a associated with love also, even the pond flowers..

pond flowers

“Just because you feel someone does not love you as much as they should, does not mean they don’t give you all the love they have”..

And there is the purple clematis….

clematis red

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

And there is the pink clematis…

clematis light pole

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

Soooooooo, from the gardens of the path least traveled, a bouquet of love..

bouquet

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

Well, I had better close now…. Life is calling, or is it the lawn mower?.. 🙂 but I shall return again one day, fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…

“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 and cold and has no meaning”…. (Larry “Dutch” Woller)

love plate

“Until you are happy with who you are, you will never be happy with what you have.” (Zig Ziglar ) 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 🙂 )
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)

Hey, look me over
Lend me an ear
Fresh out of clover
Mortgage up to here
But don’t pass the plate, folks
Don’t pass the cup
I figure whenever you’re down and out
The only way is up

And I’ll be up like a rose bud
High on the vine
Don’t thumb your nose
But take a tip from mine
I’m a little bit short of the elbow room
But let me get me some
And look out world
Here I come

Hello Diary,

It is a Tuesday morning here, started out a rainy cool morning with possible storms later today…. A bluebird (by the brick) taking advantage of a lull to have breakfast.. 🙂

bluebird

And like myself and all others on the path, the little bluebird enjoys being 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.

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 )

Also observed a pair of rabbits out getting a breakfast of tender greens..

rabbits 2

I do not use chemicals so they do not eat in fear of being poisoned…
“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.” (Larry Woller)

Also while out and about, I noticed the dove nest were empty (they had two baby doves)…

empty nest

No doubt the young doves, as well as mom and dad, were off chasing their dreams…“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)

I noticed that European starling parents had taken some advice from the dove parents and with patience and love, built a home secure and safe… 🙂

starling nest

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

As all the creatures here on the path know, life is about choices…

CHOICE
I’ll be what I must be, in spite of me
as life won’t always give the things I choose
and so I have to make what has to be
into the things my life and I can use.

All roads don’t lead to Rome, as it’s been said,
but some to Paris, and a little fun,
so I will change the path where I would dread
to go to where I choose, when I am done.

I’ll not be forced into a better scheme
if I can’t see the end result my way
if it’s not part of what my heart can dream
it never will come to the light of day.

All things can change, if I have any voice
in what they are, and I will make the choice.
(Vee Bdosa 2014)

Well, I had better close.. Storms to prepare for, rainbows to chase, adventures to partake in, busy, busy, busy… 🙂 “And in the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years.” (Abraham Lincoln) , but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…

Today’s world is filled with hate, anger, extremism, etc and making it difficult to follow ones dreams “When we begin to build walls of prejudice, hatred, pride, and self-indulgence around ourselves, we are more surely imprisoned than any prisoner behind concrete walls and iron bars.” Mother Angelica

But be yourself even if being different “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) and hold on to your dreams… “Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird, that cannot fly.” Langston Hughes

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

“The moment you have in your heart this extraordinary thing called love and feel the depth, the delight, the ecstasy of it, you will discover that for you the world is transformed.”. Jiddu Krishnamurti

“ Love is a beautiful journey, where every step is a destination and every moment an eternity” (Apoorve Duby)

Hello Diary,

It is a pleasant Thursday morning, a lull in the storms here on the prairies of the path least traveled… 🙂

thurs morn 1

May see some severe weather later today and this evening “Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass, it’s about learning to dance in the rain”.. 🙂

Hazardous Weather Outlook
National Weather Service Lincoln IL
445 AM CDT Thu May 16 2019
There is a marginal risk for severe thunderstorms this afternoon
and tonight. This afternoon thunderstorms will be most likely from
near Champaign northeastward. This evening, thunderstorms will be
possible from near I-74 northward. Hail and locally damaging wind
gusts to 60 mph are the main severe weather threats.

But here on the path are taking advantage of the pleasant weather to follow ones heart and living one’s dreams “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 …. And speaking of dreams, here is Mr. Rabbit relaxing in the sun, no doubt dreaming about the corn and sunflower seeds at Dutch’s Buffet here on the path.. 🙂

rabbit relaxing

Well, I were moving a bit slow but finally managed to venture out and set up the buffet for Mr. Rabbit (he is sitting at the far end of the feeding pad) and friends, their dreams come true.. 🙂

rabbit eating

Of course, here on the path (and hopefully help other parts of the universe) we make and effort to minimize, or prevent, that which may interfere with ones dreams .. in order to reduce carbon and dependence on fossil fuels, an electric mower is required.. 🙂

mower

Also, to reduce the need for paper and to prevent the use of trees (trees help maintain the atmosphere), for taking temporary notes, I purchased what is affectionately referred to as “boogie boards”… one 4inch..

little boogie board

To erase one simply presses the button… 🙂 and I also purchased a 8 inch board…

big boogie board

Now I can make quick notes and no one has to cut down a tree… so somewhere on the planet earth, there is a tree that shall remain standing, perhaps a child will use it for a swing, two lovers for a picnic or the birds can perch and sing lullabies to the world.. “I’ve learned that you shouldn’t go through life with a catcher’s mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw some things back.”

Well, Diary, I had better close and venture on down the path..“I am what I am, venturing down the path of life, following my dreams, chasing rainbows and leaving safe harbor to boldly go where I have not been before”… (Larry “Dutch” Woller), but I shall return one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂

Well, Diary, if you want true happiness just listen to your heart and (be it a friend, relationship, lover, no matter the gender, race or belief) you gotta love some one.. 🙂
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 )

You can hear them singing
On the streets
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

“ The love a mother has for her children is legendary, it is said a child is the mother’s heart outside her body.” (on Mother’s Day and every day) 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 🙂 )

Well, it is Friday and life goes on… Sunday is Mother’s Day (here on the path every day is Mother’s Day 🙂 ) and no matter if one is a Mom or not (anyone), hope Mother’s Day (and every day) is filled with peace, love and happiness and the day is all that one wishes for it to be… 🙂

A Mother’s Hand

Her hands held me gently from the day I took my first breath.
Her hands helped to guide me as I took my first step.
Her hands held me close when the tears would start to fall.
Her hands were quick to show me that she would take care of it all.

Her hands were there to brush my hair, or straighten a wayward bow.
Her hands were often there to comfort the hurts that didn’t always show.
Her hands helped hold the stars in place, and encouraged me to reach.
Her hands would clap and cheer and praise when I captured them at length.

Her hands would also push me, though not down or in harm’s way.
Her hands would punctuate the words, just do what I say.
Her hands sometimes had to discipline, to help bend this young tree.
Her hands would shape and mold me into all she knew I could be.

Her hands are now twisting with age and years of work,
Her hand now needs my gentle touch to rub away the hurt.
Her hands are more beautiful than anything can be.
Her hands are the reason I am me.
(Maggie Pittman )

“I can imagine no heroism greater than motherhood.” – Lance Conrad

Hello Diary,

Were setting here with a cup of tea on this Friday morning and with Mother’s day on the horizon, were thinking about a bouquet of flowers from my garden (the photos were taken last year).. 🙂

roses north

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.

hibiscus

They remind me of you, Mom
Whose beauty from within you did share,
Bringing sunshine, understanding and laughter
Sowing the seeds of love and happiness in the air.

clematis 1

This bouquet was picked for you, Mom
For not only being my Mom, but a dear forever friend,
For giving sunshine, laughter, love and happiness
For which I know will never end.
(Penned by Larry “Dutch” Woller )

And when it seems the world is against oneself, there is doubt in ones life, when love is turning to a heartache one can always go to ones best forever friend, Mom… why one would ask?.. As Celine Dion says “Because You Love Me”…

Yes, Mom struggles to help her children become what they wish to be, making sacrifices herself, feeling their pain when all is not well, heart overjoyed in their happiness, being there for her children every step of the way, supports and loves her children no matter the circumstances.. and then in time she finds herself in the shadows, often times unnoticed, as she watches her children gather all the glory as they venture forward following their dream.. but no matter, for the all world knows Mom is the wind beneath their wings… 🙂

Well, I had better close for now and venture on down the path for “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) but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…

For someone who may not have a mother on Mothers Day because she has passed on and no longer in this mortal world, do not be sad because she is no further away than your heart watching over you as mothers always do… 🙂

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamonds glints in the snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain
When you awaking in the morning hush
I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight
I am the soft star that shines at night
Do not stand by my grave and cry
I am not there, I did not die
(Mary Frye)

One day shy of eight years old, my grandma passed away
I was a broken hearted little boy, blowing out that birthday cake
How I cried when the sky let go, with a cold and lonesome rain,
Mamma smiled, said don’t be sad child, grandma’s watching you today

[Chorus]
Cause there’s holes in the floor of heaven
And her tears are pouring down,
That’s how you know she’s watching,
Wishing she could be here now,
And sometimes if your lonely,
Just remember she can see,
There’s holes in the floor of heaven,
And she’s watching over you and me,

Seasons come, and seasons go, nothing stays the same
I grew up, fell in love, met a girl who took my name
Year by year, we made a life, in this sleepy little town
I thought we’d grow old together, Lord, I sure do miss her now

But there’s holes in the floor of heaven,
And her tears are pouring down,
That’s how I know she’s watching,
Wishing she could be here now,
And sometimes when I’m lonely,
I remember she can see,
There’s holes in the floor of heaven,
And she’s, watching over you and me,

Well my little girl is twenty three, I walk her down the aisle
It’s a shame her mom can’t be here now, to see her lovely smile
They throw the rice, I catch her eye, as the rain starts coming down
She takes my hand, says daddy don’t be sad,
Cause I know mamma’s watching now

And there’s holes in the floor of heaven,
And her tears are pouring down,
That’s how you know she’s watching,
Wishing she could be here now,
And sometimes when I’m lonely,
I remember she can see,
Yes, there’s holes in the floor of heaven,
And she’s, watching over you and me

“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….

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 🙂 )

Setting here with a spot of tea contemplating when the time would be right to do things… alas only the heart knows…

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 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 ).

Hello Diary,

Well, it is Thursday, time is moving fast as the pace is picking up outdoors with the weather becoming more like spring.. spent the past few days outdoors preparing the backyard and gardens for “spring cleaning… tulips and crocus starting to come through the leaves…

tulips

Uncovered the pond and the fish had made it through the winter (orange streaks in the sun in the water), were worried with the long cold winter…

oind fish

And while I were out and about saw Mr. and Mrs. Robin out enjoying the sunshine…

Mr and Mrs robin

And speaking of birds, I saw our lovebirds taking a break from gathering material for their nest…

dove olovebirds

I also saw Mr. Rabbit getting a snack while going about his busy day…

Mr. Rabbit

I were taking a break when I heard a noise, looked up and saw man’s flying machine streaking across the sky…

lovers plane

I am thinking that perhaps there are those on board who are going to that certain someone who makes the world a happy, loving place… “Why is it we don’t always recognize the moment when love begins, but we always know when love ends ‘.. (L.A Story)

Ahhhhh, but love knows no distance… 🙂

Good night my love, I think of thee
As I dream my spirit will flee
Through the clouds oh so free
Your lovely face I hope to see.

Over land so far apart
But always close here in my heart
As I dream in slumber’s cart
My spirit has a trip to start.

To take my love like golden strand
And wrap your heart with gentle hand
Music plays like as poet’s band
As our spirits frolic above the land.

Lonely can seem so far away
Thinking of you every day
But at night let our spirits play
As so in love we both will stay !

(Author Unknown)

WHAT YOU MEAN TO ME…

Not enough words to tell you, my love
Words full of love from the heart,
But I have all eternity to try
This poem will be a start!

You are my everything, my love!
You mean the world to me!
Cannot see life without you
We, my love, were meant to be!

I bathe in your love, dear one
That grows stronger each and every day.
That warms my heart and spirit
With each loving word you say!

I awake in the morning, eagerly
Awaiting treasured words from thee,
To feel the precious warmth and love
You and your words do give to me!

Your love gives life a meaning
Gives me a reason to greet the day,
Warms the very depths of my spirit
Keeps the nightly cold at bay!

At times distance may lay between us
No bounds nor distance….does our love know,
Knows no space or time, darling
As our love continues to grow.

My eternal devotion to you, you alone
Will be there always…forever and ever,
And I will love you so, my love!
Beyond the 12th of Never.

( Larry “Dutch” Woller)

Well, I had better close, have rambled on long enough.. Thought I would pop in and share a few thoughts with you, Diary, didn’t want you to think I lost my way on the path.. 🙂 I shall return again on day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…

Not only social issues but seems the world of religion and beliefs are in turmoil also, a element of world’s society closed minded to the point they will resort to conflict… as the universe is well aware, I am not into religion/beliefs ( “I would rather have a mind opened by wonder than one closed by belief” Gerry Spence) but for those who do have those beliefs and are having difficult times because of the closed minded, I believe there is the saying; “God promised you a safe landing, he did not say it would be a smooth journey”… 🙂 if all else fails, follow the advice of the Seekers…

look to the sky

Speak to the sky whenever things go wrong
And you’ll know you’re not talking to the air
To the air and the world will look better from up there

Speak to t he sky these things can get you down
And you’ll know you’re not talking to the Lord
To the Lord and the world will look better than before

And if I stumble and it seems that I am blind
Or if the road I’m on seems awful hard to find
And though my conversations doesn’t always rhyme
I always trying to find some time- to

Speak to the sky and tell you how I feel
And you know sometimes what I say isn’t right
It’s all right cause I speak to the sky every night

Speak to the sky whenever things go wrong
And you’ll know you’re talking to the air
To the air and the world will look better from up there

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

Starting to warm up outdoors as Ole Man Winter is starting to move on… thinking about gardens and bouquets for my friends…. 🙂

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

Hello Diary,

Well, it is a Wednesday, a somewhat pleasant day with the hint of spring in the air… it were a lovely day yesterday and went for a drive, observing the prairies before planting…one can see the Contrails of man’s flying machines in search of their destinies on the horizon… 🙂

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Taken a break in the activities before ending the day to share a few thoughts… while the past few days were somewhat pleasant, rain is in the forecast for the foreseeable future…. but as the saying goes “April showers bring May flowers” and while it is early yet, one is starting to think garden…(photo taken last year)…

water garden

A garden is like worlds society, there are many differences, each has its own place, is beautiful in its own right…

In the corner of his garden, there’s a patch he used to keep
All to himself, to allow nature to creep
There are no trimmed edges
or prim, proper hedges
He left his earth still and alone
Allowed the forces of nature to roam
He said that you don’t always have to be tidy and neat
Just watch the beauty of opportunity grow at your feet
He said just watch the earth produce its own glory
And I watched…and held on to his story
My grandad was right
Add water and light
Behold the sight
There are poppies and flowering weeds
Buttercups and oat coloured reeds
Daisies gingerly lift their heads
Dandelions roar from muddy beds
Purple thistles and strange grasses
Colours that alight and ignite masses
Dark ferns and heathers
Dandelion clock feathers
Birds foot trefoil, a four leafed clover
My grandad’s story is not over
He may have gone, I may have cried
But the beauty he predicted never died
(Author Unknown)

And, of course, what makes the world go round, what makes the garden grow is love… 🙂

love

And that love must have understanding, compassion, patience, perhaps a bit of diplomacy and no lies or falsehoods…

A Kipling I know I’m not
I know that from the start,
No eloquent words here
Just words of love, from the heart.

Nothing cute or fancy…
No false charmers words here,
But words of undying love for you
From my heart, my very spirit…. my dear.

Couldn’t find the words for some time
Searched every book and song,
Until that wonderful precious day
That you… came along.

Now that I have the words
What’s this ole country boy to do,
How will these arthritic hands
Say those precious words to you.

It will have to be done right, you know
And I know I will find a way,
To say how much I Love You more
With every heartbeat, each and every day.

There will be no falsehoods or lies for you, dear one
No meaningless empty words, cute or clever,
For I would rather you love me for just one day
Than to hate this ole country boy forever.
( Larry “Dutch” Woller, )

And, with love in the air, even Attilia has a boyfriend… 🙂

Attilia and friend

Well, I had better close, have rambled on enough… mosey on down the path, perhaps encounter an adventure or two and more memories to be found… but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂

While I am not into religion, I will have to agree with Ray Stevens that whether plant or creature, everything thing is beautiful….

Jesus loves the little children,
All the little children of the world.
Red and yellow, black and white,
They are precious in his sight.
Jesus loves the little children of the world.

Everything is beautiful in it’s own way.
Like the starry summer night, or a snow-covered winter’s day.
And everybody’s beautiful in their own way.
Under God’s heaven, the world’s gonna find the way.

There is none so blind as he who will not see.
We must not close our minds; we must let our thoughts be free.
For every hour that passes by, we know the world gets a little bit older.
It’s time to realize that beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder.

And everything is beautiful in it’s own way.
Like the starry summer night, or a snow-covered winter’s day.
Oh, sing it children!
Everybody’s beautiful in their own way.
Under God’s heaven, the world’s gonna find the way.

We shouldn’t care about the length of his hair, or the color of his skin.
Don’t worry about what shows from without, but the love that lives within.
And we’re gonna get it all together now; everything gonna work out fine.
Just take a little time to look on the good side my friend,
And straighten it out in your mind.

And everything is beautiful in it’s own way.
Like the starry summer night, or a snow-covered winter’s day.
Ah, sing it children!
Everybody’s beautiful in their own way,
Under God’s heaven the world’s gonna find a way.
One more time!
Everything is beautiful in it’s own way.
Like the starry summer night, or a snow-covered winter’s day…