Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..just letting the heart do the talking while the fingers do the walking while being different, being me… 🙂
( “I do not do, say or write something to been seen or heard… I do, say or write something because it needed to be done, said or written…” , no nominations please, just sharing thoughts while exploring life 🙂 )
It is the 4th of July and as I quietly gaze upon the gardens..
I venture down memory lane thankful for living my life my way… 🙂
A time to contemplate the past
A time to give thanks…they say,
To relive treasured memories
Of each and every passing day.
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.
Yes, I have much to be thankful for
And every day the list gets longer… you see,
As I venture down the path least traveled
Searching for what destiny… has waiting for me.
(Larry “Dutch” Woller 11-18-2018)
Ahhhhhhhhhh, those were the days…
Yes, it is the 4th of July but no fireworks, parades or parties here, just me and a bottle of wine..
Quietly reminiscing and browsing memories, and also contemplating the future….
I was not a king or president,
No powers did I hold,
I wasn’t a preacher or a pope,
No sermon for the fold.
So tell me , fate
You hold the key,
What is my destiny
Suppose to be?
I helped construct the IMPE building Champaign, Illinois during my years on construction..
Can no longer build cities
The back is tired and sore,
I was a soldier once
No longer have the heart for war.
Vietnam, 12th Marine Regiment 1965-1966..
I’ve tilled the soil as a farmer
Fed the world is what they say,
But I see the faces of hunger
Still this very day.
This stalk of corn came from one of our fields, I am standing between my Dad and sister…
I’ve donated time and money
Ask for nothing in return,
I see nothing has changed
Will they ever learn?
I am a sustaining donor to the Foodbank..
I’ve tilled the fields and went to war
Built cities and bridges and much more,
Has my destiny run it’s course
Fate, is there any more?
(Larry “Dutch” Woller)
“And in the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years.” (Abraham Lincoln )
Well, I had better close for now…have quiet day of celebrating the freedom of living life.. …“Today I choose life. Every morning when I wake up I can choose joy, happiness, negativity, pain… To feel the freedom that comes from being able to continue to make mistakes and choices – today I choose to feel life, not to deny my humanity but embrace it.” (Kevyn Aucoin).. but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…. 🙂
Yes, I may have to make and small adjustment from time to time, but I follow my dreams with a open mind and led by the heart.. Diary, never let go of your dreams “Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird, that cannot fly.” (Langston Hughes) and should doubt enter your mind remember “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)….