“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…

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 🙂 )..

There are many who gauge their wealth by their bank account, but here on the path we follow the dreams in our heart and take in the wonders of life and are richer by far!.. 🙂

I’m far richer than the rich
Wealthier than the wealthy by far,
I have gold in the sun
I have silver in the star.

I have dreams that I follow
That are more precious than gold,
As I venture through life
Eagerly watching the dreams unfold.

I have diamonds, too many to count
With each new fallen snow,
As I watch each one twinkle
Basking in the suns glow.

I have nature’s painting
Priceless, a portrait of the sky,
Impossible to duplicate
Though many did try.

Each bloom of the red rose
A ruby, one of a kind,
And with the white rose
A pearl comes to mind.

Money have I little
But wealth I have got,
But I don’t fit in with
The wealthy and rich lot.

But I’m not going to change
A rich dreamer I’ll stay,
Till the rivers run dry
And the four winds blow away.

(Larry “Dutch” Woller)

Hello Diary,

Work is done, a quiet morning to contemplate one’s dreams and what tomorrow may bring…. 🙂

The dream of hope
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.

The dream of understanding
Not a world of race, color or gender
Nor closed minded ridicule or prejudice…you see,
But a world that respects another’s dream
And of what or who they wish to be.

The dream of freedom
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.

The dream of happiness
Not a world of sorrow or fear
But a world of hope and dreams, not sadness
A world of eternal love and peace
A world of eternal happiness.

The dream of love
A love that is without end
Through an eternity it will endure,
A love that knows no boundaries
A love beautiful, caring and pure.
(Larry “Dutch” Woller)

Well, I had better close for now…perhaps turn some dreams into reality “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) but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂

“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 )…

“No road is too long for him who advances slowly and does not hurry, and no attainment is beyond his reach who equips himself with patience to achieve it.” (Jean de La Bruyere ) 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… 🙂

( “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 🙂 )..

Yes, even with today’s world in turmoil, there is always hope 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)

Hello Diary,

Taking a brief break in chasing dreams while venturing down the path of life to share a few thoughts… pleasant weather for past few days and ventured out to feed the fish in the pond…

The pond is about 8 feet by 6 feet and averages 2 feet deep… seen the red hibiscus in full bloom…

And around the corner the hosta were blooming also…

Blooming is slowly coming to the end and are starting to preparing for the winter doldrums with fall on the horizon…. another indication of fall approaching are the spiders… this spider decided to use the car and the house…. 🙂

The web is near 5 feet across and the spider were approximately 4 inches across.. the spider tucked out of sight just before I took the picture… 🙂

It is definitely the time of year to have some kind of light should one venture outdoors at night as I seen this spider while gathering the weather data… 🙂

But, like all other creatures, even though they are different they have a place here on the path to seek out their destiny and follow their dreams…

The new year is rapidly approaching
As I contemplate the tomorrow,
Leaving some memories filled with happiness
A few memories filled with sorrow.

I peer out my window
At a world cold and bleak,
A world of conflict, anger and hate
Mortals are suffering as I speak.

But we have a dream
All my friends 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.

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.

So I peer out the window
Not with sadness, fear or sorrows,
But a heart filled with a dream of love and peace
For a world and all its tomorrows.
(Larry “Dutch” Woller)

Well, I had better close for now… more adventures in the winds and dreams to follow… “Oh, yesterday’s over my shoulder, so I can’t look back for too long, there’s just too much to see waiting in front of me, and I know that I just can’t go wrong” (Jimmy Buffet).. 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….

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 🙂 )..

Hello Diary…

Taking a brief break from chasing dreams, dealing with life’s challenges and the weather to leave a few thoughts… beginning to feel like living in the Amazon… but we will get through it all by following the heart… 🙂

The one thing I like about summer here on the path, is when I venture out into the gardens of a morning to gather weather data, my friends the birds greet me with their chorus… even though they are different, they all sing in harmony… 🙂

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 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.

A garden of peace and harmony
Being different does not matter here,
All creatures, big and small, living together
Unlike the other world, they do not live in fear.

Together we live the hand that Fate has dealt us
Not sure, or dwell, on our final destiny,
But live to enjoy the moment, the hour, the day
That is what life is about, don’t you see.

So into the not so secret garden I will venture
Along the path least traveled,
To find love, understanding, to follow one’s dreams
Unlike the other world unraveled.
(Larry “Dutch” Woller )

And here in the gardens on the path least traveled, we always have a eye on the horizon and the rainbow…. 🙂

Well, better close for now and finish the day and contemplate the tomorrows… will return again one day, Fate be willing 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 happiness
On your journey through life.
(Larry “Dutch” Woller)

“For beautiful eyes, look for the good in others, for beautiful lips, speak only words of kindness, and for poise, walk with the knowledge that you are never alone.” (Audrey Hepburn ) 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… 🙂

( “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 peer out my window
At a world..cold and bleak,
A world of conflict, anger and hate
Mortals are suffering as I speak.

But we have a dream
My friends and I,
That one day there will be peace
No more mortals will die.

And there is hope
Of a world filled with love one day,
A wish that could come true
For hope is the last to die…they say.

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.

So I peer out the window
Not with sadness, sorrow or fear,
But a heart filled with a dream
That everyone.. has a wonderful new year.

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.

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, you see
So down the path least traveled I will venture, with spirit born free
(Penned by Larry “Dutch” Woller )

Hello Diary…

Taking a brief break from dealing with life’s challenges and the weather to share a few thoughts… remember the little white rose I mentioned my last visit, Diary?.. Well, here it is “busting loose”… 🙂

And it is joined by the peonies…

And the little white clover…

All my backyard friends do enjoy them, Mr. Rabbit especially likes the clover.. I do not use chemicals in the yard… it was a pleasant day out when I took the photos so decided to repair the ground feeder…

It is a nylon cloth used by gardeners to deal with weeds.. any rain will seep through the cloth but will not lose any seeds I scattered for my backyard friends.. earthworms live underneath and feed off any residue…. Sooooooooooo, I get the cloth down and anchored, seeds/feed scattered and Dutch’s Buffet is open for business… 🙂

That were in the morning… later in the day I browsed the backyard.. on the north end by the feeder the birds, squirrels, rabbits, etc. took advantage of the invitation… 🙂

In the center of the backyard the pond was alive, the fish had survived the winter and were busy scurrying about feeding and enjoying the day…

And on the south end of the backyard I saw the cat family… they are wild, much like their cousins in Africa and other parts of the world, obviously rejected, abandoned and left to their own devices by society because they are different…

Here is the mother cat with three kittens approximately 1-2 months old…

The father was partially hidden so I had to get a photo from another location, the black arrow points to the father, the red arrow to mom and the kittens…

I don’t seem them often and I do not know where they call home, but they are not rejected here because they are different… yes, everyone is different here on the path, allowed to follow their dreams, each having hope their dream will come true… 🙂

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)

Well, I had better close for now… need to “batten the hatches” for possible thunderstorms later today..“I’m not afraid of storms, for I’m learning how to sail my ship.” (Louisa May Alcott).. But I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂

“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 )

“When one suddenly finds oneself in a swamp up to one’s armpits in alligators, it is difficult to remember the objective was to drain the swamp” 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… 🙂

( “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 🙂 )..

Last week had sunny skies and temperatures near 80F, a pleasant day were had by all… leaves were making their presence known…

I even ventured out to do some mowing of the lawn, looking something like this (this photo were taken last year)… 🙂

I have raked the soil and planted the seeds
Now I’ve joined the army that fights the weeds.
For me no flashing saber and sword,
To battle the swiftly marching horde;

With a valiant heart I fight the foe,
My only weapon a trusty hoe.
No martial music to swing me along,
I march to the robin redbreast song.

No stirring anthem of bugle and drum
But the cricket’s chirp and the honey bee’s hum.
No anti-aircraft or siren yell
But there’s Trumpet-creeper and Lily-bell.

With a loving heart and a sturdy hand,
I defend the borders of flower-land;
While high over Larkspur and Leopardsbane,
A butterfly pilots his tiny plane;

But I shall not fear his skillful hand,
My enemy charges only by land.
Would those who lead nations in war and hate
But lay down their guns at some garden gate,
There, bury- their bombs and their bloody deeds,
And join the grand army that’s fighting the weeds.
(Alma B. Eymann )

Hello Diary,

However, tomorrow, a week later I may be venturing outdoors looking like this,,,

Is it because of the virus one would ask?…. No, it is because of this….

It may look more like Christmas time at the North Pole than springtime on the prairies…. 🙂

Twas the night before Christmas
All quiet around the tree,
Not a creature were stirring
I were dreaming about the lottery.

No stockings were hung with care
I needed them…you know,
They keep my feet warm
While I am out shoveling snow.

Cookies and milk were set out for Santa
Just before I went to bed,
Unfortunately Santa didn’t get a crumb
The mouse ate them instead.

There were only one package
A large envelope under the tree,
It was seasons greetings
From the power company.

But I jumped out of bed
And I shouted with glee,
Why were I happy, one wonders
I woke up on the green side of the grass, you see.
(Larry “Dutch” Woller)

Well, I had better close for now, “Every morning your have two choices: continue to sleep with your dreams, or wake up and chase them.” (Author Unknown), so will not let life’s challenges stand in the way and it is on down the path I shall go chasing those dreams… but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin” and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂

Yes, life’s challenges may make it difficult to venture out
But with technology I can visit places I thought I would never see
So with laptop in hand, I am on the road again
Learning more about the universe…..and me.
(Larry “Dutch” Woller)

“Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass, it’s about learning to dance in the rain” (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… 🙂

( “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 have shared this before, but in the face of conflict and turmoil, decided to share again…. 🙂

“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,

Yes, there is turmoil, conflict and other life’s challenges in today’s world but change is in the air… “For time and the world do not stand still. Change is the law of life. And those who look only to the past or the present are certain to miss the future.” (John F. Kennedy )…

And in spite of challenges, here on the path spring has arrived and my backyard friends, and visitors, are busy following their dreams on their journey of happiness… the rose has awakened from it’s winter sleep…

The tulips and daylilies are making their presence known…

And while I briefly ventured out into the gardens, a Mr. Robin paused in his journey to see what I was doing… 🙂

Yes, no matter the storms of life, “I’m not afraid of storms, for I’m learning how to sail my ship.”( Louisa May Alcott), here on the path we are making those changes as we continue our journey of happiness…

Happiness is to have loved
Than have not loved at all,
To share love with another
To always heed one’s heart call.

Happiness is to follow one’s dream
To be who one wishes to be,
To live one’s own life one’s own way
Not live the life of another, you see.

Happiness is always waking up on
The green side of the grass,
Even though the day may be stormy
Knowing it too shall pass.

Happiness is knowing another
A understanding, caring friend,
Someone to share life’s memories with
A friendship to never end.

Happiness is to pen thoughts
Let the fingers do the walking,
Thoughtful words that come  from within
Because the heart does the talking.

Happiness is knowing when to end a poem
For it is down life’s highway I need to venture,
To gather more memories and thoughts to share
As I live, and enjoy, tomorrow’s new adventure.
(Larry “Dutch” Woller)

Yes, Diary, today I woke up on the green side of the grass and are able to follow my dreams and live today’s adventure and that makes it a zip-a-dee-do-dah day!.. 🙂

Well, I had better close for now.. have a spot of tea and will venture the world and see how my friends and others are doing… but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂

A spirit born free, that’s me… 🙂

While sipping a spot of tea
And relaxing in the morning time,
While contemplating my tomorrows
Thought I’d pen some thoughts that rhyme.

As I venture through my life
With each step, all the while being me,
An open mind, a heart of dreams
A spirit, enjoying being free.

A spirit that views another
As another feels, wishes to be,
In a realm of acceptance
So another can enjoy being free.

Free…. to love another
No color, gender or race,
Only to know and feel happiness
No social walls to face.

Free to live life as one chooses
Fallow a dream, the heart would say,
Free to walk ones own path of life
Filled with adventures along the way.

There are those who would color me different
Many to gaze upon me with dismay,
But unlike them, I’ve found happiness
Because I chose to live life my way.
(Larry “Dutch” Woller)

“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… 🙂

( “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…

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

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…

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..

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… 🙂

“Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird, that cannot fly” (Langston Hughes ) 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… 🙂

( “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 🙂 )

A bit of a rainy day but the morning is peaceful and time to contemplate and wonder…

A peaceful morning, watching the sun arise
Thoughts abound, while sipping on a spot of tea,
While taking in Nature’s outdoor portrait
Contemplating, on what Fate may have instore for me.

Change is slowly coming, it whispers in the winds
The door is slowly closing on past history,
With a new awakening with the mind and spirit
But the future is still shrouded in mystery.

With the freedom of being different, in many ways
No social shackles do this mortal wear,
Do welcome change with open mind and spirit
No fear, no worry or dread do I bear.

Does change stop at mortal death, one wonders
Or does it go on forever and ever,
Will I ask the same at another time and place
Somewhere past the 12th of Never?

Will thought and spirit continue
When, as in all things, time comes to an end,
Or does all things cease to be when
To the grave, the mortal body Fate does send.

Alas, but one must deal with the present
So now will store thoughts and musings yet to be told,
For it’s down the path least traveled I do venture
To search and hopefully find….what life, and Fate, may behold.
( Larry “Dutch” Woller )

Now, where is that rainbow… 🙂

Hello Diary,

Yes, a dreary day to be had but a good day none the less “Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass, it’s about learning to dance in the rain” (Author Unknown)….. the future, and change, rapidly approaching but believe I am at the ready here on the path… have been gradually making changes over time in preparation.. taking a brief break to share some thoughts… no major changes, just different… 🙂 have one room the “office”…

This, of course, is where the daily weather reporting, business, etc is briefly dealt with… the “old” computer is on the right….. my favorite room is the “studio:…. 🙂

This is where I pen my thoughts, relax, practice my art skills (or lack of 🙂 ), do my meditation, read, etc… at times it also becomes a school… I had a teacher once tell me that the day I need not gather more knowledge was the day of my funeral, so I am still gathering… “Any piece of knowledge I acquire today has a value at this moment exactly proportioned to my skill to deal with it. Tomorrow, when I know more, I will recall that piece of knowledge and use it better. “ (Mark van Doren).. 🙂

In this case, it is Spanish.. I have videos….

And I have notes to go with the videos…

I will probably learn just enough Spanish to get me into trouble if I am not careful… 🙂 that being said, with Monday being the day of change, I am going to spend the weekend relaxing, sipping on some tea and a glass of wine or two, open the book of memories and remember “the good ole days”… 🙂

“Every morning your have two choices: continue to sleep with your dreams, or wake up and chase them.” (Author Unknown) so I will close for now and on down the path I shall venture…but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…. 🙂

The path may not always be smooth, but “I’m not afraid of storms, for I’m learning how to sail my ship.” (Louisa May Alcott)… 🙂

“I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel” (Maya Angelou) 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… 🙂

( “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 🙂 )

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

Hello Diary,

Taking a brief break in the day..it is a gloomy, rainy morning….

With possible snow tomorrow, but here on the path we are not worried, the backyard residence have been feed and now using the warmth of the trees and structures…

I have my wine..

I have my library…

And I have my tea..

And neither rain, nor sleet, nor gloom of night, no closed minded ideology
I am going down the path being me.. 🙂

And if I am going to enjoy that wine, tea and library I had better close for now.. But I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…

Remember, Diary, no matter the challenges that lie ahead “Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird, that cannot fly.” (Langston Hughes )..

“It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled, or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes short again and again, who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, and spends himself in a worthy cause, the man who at best knows achievement and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.” – Theodore Roosevelt

“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

“It is not easy to find happiness within ourselves, and it is not possible to find it elsewhere.” (Agnes Repplier ) 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… 🙂

( “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 greatest challenge in life is to be our own person and accept that being different is a blessing and not a curse”.. (Kilroy Oldster)

Browsed the world a short time ago, so much turmoil, anger and closed mindedness.. puts many challenges in the path of someone who is trying to follow one’s dreams… one shouldn’t give up in spite of the hurdles that loom large!.. As Mark Twain said ““It is not the size of the dog in a fight that matters, it is the size of the fight in the dog”.. 🙂

Or some thoughts by Mr. Watts..
“Success is failure turned inside out
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far;
So stick to the fight when your hardest hit,
It’s when things seem worst that you mustn’t quit!”
(Wade Watts)

“If you think you can, you can. And if you think you can’t, you’re right”. Mary Kay Ash

[Chorus]
I’m a girl on fire
Walking through your street
With one guitar
And two dancing feet
Only one desire
That’s left in me
I want the whole damn world
To come dance with me

(Verse 1)
Come dance with me
I’m a hunter at bay
Come set you free
Over heartache and shame
I wanna see your bodies
Burning like the old, big sun
I wanna know what we’ve
Been learning and learning from

[Pre-Chorus]
Everybody want safety (safety, la)
Everybody want comfort (comfort, la)
Everybody want certain (certain, la)
Everybody but me

(Chorus)..

[Verse 2]
Come dance with me
Over heartache and range
Come set us free
Over panic and strange
I wanna see your bodies
Burning like the old, big sun
I wanna know what we’ve
Been learning and learning from

Hello Diary,

It’s a Monday and after a busy two weeks, believe I have the home and gardens ready for change and by looking and the weather forecast for this week, it is a good thing I have, to quote a line from a song by CCR “it looks like nasty weather”.. looking at the yard, change is coming… 🙂

Will make some minor changes indoors this week and then come November 1st will close the past chapters of history and start a new chapter..… “Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending.” ( Maria Robinson )… 🙂

And speaking of history’s past, woke up this morning to a very foggy morning…

Which reminded me of those old black and white horror movies of decades ago… how can one forget “The Hound Of The Baskevilles”… 🙂 ahhhhhhhhh, those were the days and while they may have become history, they shall remain in our hearts… 🙂

And speaking of days, I had better bring this day to a close, prepare for new adventures tomorrow as I continue my venture to whatever destiny has instore for me….but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin” and the creeks don’t rise…

And remember, Diary, at times life can be like a swamp and “When one suddenly finds oneself in a swamp up to one’s armpits in alligators, it is difficult to remember the objective was to drain the swamp” (Larry “Dutch” Woller) sooooooooooooo, don’t give up your dream because “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)..

Yes, happiness comes from within, so be who you are and be proud of it… 🙂

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