It is International Woman’s Day 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 🙂 )..

“The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.” (Audrey Hepburn)…

Thoughts Of You, My Friend The Lady….

The garden roses are red
The backyard violets are blue,
Brightness, delicacy, and warmth to behold
That starts me to think of you!

Your beauty, inside and out
That brightens the darkest skies,
Can feel the glowing warmth
Of your lovely, soft, eyes!

Your lovely soft hands
Used with passionate gentleness
Delicate nimble fingers
With a touch of tenderness

And there are your thoughts
That I cherish and treasure,
That I value so highly
They are beyond measure!

One who ventures ever forward
Facing life without dread or fear,
Yet not letting go of the precious past
Holding on to all that is dear,

A few thoughts of you, my friend the lady
Coming from the heart
Thoughts that will never end
Even though in life, we may part.
(penned by Larry “Dutch” Woller, )

Hello Diary,

Yes, today is International Women’s Day and it should be every day.. They are as intelligent and courageous as any other creature “I am free born and free bred, where I acknowledge no man as my superior, except for his own worth, or as my inferior, except for his own demerit.” (Theodore Roosevelt) and anyone that uses gender to judge another is either jealous or scared… 🙂

I have had many friends over history’s past and one of them was June E.C. Farley Clark (she passed away a few years ago near 90 years young).. She lived in Skendleby, England..

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She occasionally wrote for the newspaper and wrote poetry under the name Chris Clark, she was a distant cousin to Elizabeth Barrett Browning.. in this photo she was given an award in poetry (she is sitting in the center)…

June

We never physically met, but thanks to technology we shared thoughts, poetry, etc for nearly 10 years… on this day I thought I would share one of her poems she shared with me…

Borrowing…..

I came, Lord, many-gifted;
I brought my gifts in my arms;
I laid my gifts at the feet of a man,
and knelt, like a beggar, with tears.
The man was silent.
He saw my gifts;
despising the giver
he opened them all,
and laid them by.

First there was beauty,
For I had my share,
and I’d wrapped it with slenderness,
offering it there.
Be-ribboned with laughter,
and tinselled with grace,
it was a fair offering
in any case!

Then there was wit,
Which I’d valued more;
Bright ropes of intelligence
prisoned that store.
Words, sparkling with humour,
Dimpling with charm,
all softened with tenderness,
to work him no harm.

Finally, youth,
Days, months and years;
light-footed with fantasy,
untouched by grey fears.
Song-circled, life-burgeoning,
I gave him all;
Sweet years of green-ness
brought at his call.

The man took them, my gifts;
A little sad.
But he didn’t realise –
I wish he had! –
That I gave them very willingly;
Sorry for my guilt
that the one gift I ought to bring
had long before been spilt!
(copyright June “Chris Clark” Farley )

Well, I better close for now… the sun is up and have dreams to follow and adventures waiting for me.. will enjoy the day because it won’t come again.. but I will return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂

And for all you ladies in the universe all I can say is “you go, girl!”.. 🙂

“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… 🙂

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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 🙂 )

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”…

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:…. 🙂

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….

spanish lesson

And I have notes to go with the videos…

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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)… 🙂

A new year, new adventures and “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… 🙂

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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 new year is here, excitement mounts as one contemplates the adventures that lie ahead, then challenges that life will put in one’s path to test one’s will…

I’m just a free spirit
Open mind and heart is all I’ll ever be,
Don’t need much money
Being rich is not for me.

I have a pocket full of dreams
My fate, has yet to be told,
As I sail from safe harbor
While watching my destiny unfold.

I am not in a “box”
No social chains, you’ll see,
As down the path least traveled
Adventure waits for me.

Not interested in a “image”
Being me is my forte,
I am who I am, leaving no stone unturned
Exploring life each and every day.

Waking up to a world born free
With creatures in their daily rush,
Pursuing their own destinies
Before sunset brings, the evening hush.

The morning air smells clean and fresh
As I awake, there’s a twinkle in the eye,
As I contemplate the mysterious horizon
Wearing a cape of blue sky.

Yes…just color me a free spirit
For most social graces I do not fit it seems,
No matter, as I choose happiness over ideology
Guided by my heart, as I follow my dreams.

( Larry “Dutch” Woller, )

Hello Diary,

Yes, the new year has arrived, new adventures await me… So, Mr. Twain, do I stay in safe harbor or do I go where I have never been before??.. “Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover, acquire new friends and gain knowledge of yourself and the world.” (Samual Clemens aka Mark Twain)…

Soooooooooo, that leaves one more question; When Is The Right Time, I ask myself…. 🙂

To climb a mountain
To fly a plane,
To hug a friend
To run naked in the rain.

To stand up tall
To make your thoughts known,
To blend with a crowd
To go it alone.

To till the field
To sow flowers and more,
To pen a poem of love
To write a musical score.

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

Today, tomorrow perhaps?
The answer is in the heart, you see,
So when is the right time, one asks?
When your heart wishes for it to be..

( Larry “Dutch” Woller ).

Soooooooo, to find the answers, I need to follow my heart down the path… 🙂

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 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 )

But I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…. “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) and be it sorrow or happiness, a tear if sadness or a tear if joy, we will live that live together, because that is what friends do… 🙂

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“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… 🙂

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

World-Peace

love world

Hello Diary,

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

gloomy 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..

me, wine, beret

I have my library…

smitten

And I have my tea..

green tea

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

me in working glasses

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… 🙂

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“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… 🙂

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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…

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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

 

“Don’t be pushed around by the fears in your mind. Be led by the dreams in your heart.” (Roy T. Bennett) 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 🙂 )

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(photo of horizon taken earlier this year)

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

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

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

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

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

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

My fate will be unknown, what lies ahead unsure
I do not know…. what my destiny will be,
But one thing will be certain, written in stone
I shall venture down that path …..being “ME“.
          (penned by Larry “Dutch” Woller)

Hello Diary,

It is a Sunday morning and stopping in briefly… tomorrow, Monday, work begins with a busy, busy week ahead with fall cleaning in preparing for winter will start today, and at the ready… 🙂

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I set here with my tea
And watch the leaves a fallin’
It’s becoming clear that one day
Jack Frost will come a callin’

Most of my bird friends have went south
In the southern warmth they’ll stay
But I’ll not shed a tear in sorrow
For they’ll be back again some day

All us creatures that are staying behind
To deal with the cold and snow
Are getting our house in order
And waiting for winter’s blow

The squirrels are gathering leaves and such
To insulate their winters nest
The possum is checking every nook and cranny
To find a place for his winters rest

The bee’s are picking up the pace
Gathering nectar with the morning sun
Storing winter food for the hive
Before their work on earth is done

A spider spinning it’s web of silk
I watched as it grew and grew
Soon to become natures work of art
With tomorrow’s early morning dew

This poem could go on and on and on
But alas, I have things to do
For, like it or not, don’t you see
I need to get ready for winter too.
(Larry “Dutch” Woller)

No dancing here next week, Andre Rieu will be setting the pace… 🙂

And that being said, will close for now, have a relaxing day and then tomorrow it is HI HO HI HO on down the path (and to work) we go…but shall return one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂

I never say goodbye because goodbye sounds like forever…soooooooooo, it is.

Good night, good night until we meet again
Adios, au revoir, auf wiedersehen ’til then
And though it’s always sweet sorrow to part
You know you’ll always remain in my heart

Good night, sleep tight and pleasant dreams to you
Here’s a wish and a prayer that every dream comes true
And now ’til we meet again
Adios, au revoir, auf wiedersehen
Good Night!

“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 ) 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 🙂 )

With life’s challenges and social challenges, it is difficult to follow one’s dream, BUT “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)

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)

Hello Diary,

Even while following one’s dreams, one has to deal with reality at times “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 with fall temperature looming on the horizon, fall house cleaning comes to mind… 🙂 so have been preparing to start house cleaning and dusting in the near future (my sinuses will be eternally grateful.. 🙂 )… soooooo, I have gathered up my cleaning tools…

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My trusty multi-colored, air-cooled, hand operated dusting tool… 🙂

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And have been ordering cleaning supplies for the big day… 🙂

cleaning supplies

Well, I have been gazing upon the cleaning equipment and supplies with a forlorn look on my face as the words of Rose Milligan and Enya come to mind…

Dust if you must, but wouldn’t it be better
to paint a picture, or write a letter,
bake a cake, or plant a seed.
Ponder the difference between want and need.

Dust if you must, but there is not much time,
with rivers to swim and mountains to climb!
Music to hear, and books to read,
friends to cherish and life to lead.

Dust if you must, but the world’s out there
with the sun in your eyes, the wind in your hair,
a flutter of snow, a shower of rain,
this day will not come round again.

Dust if you must, but bear in mind,
old age will come and it’s not kind.
And when you go, and go you must,
you, yourself, will make more dust!

(Rose Milligan)

Enough rambling, I had better close for now… bring the day to a close, do a bit of meditation and contemplate the tomorrows…. but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂

In spite of all those challenges, will not be deterred as both Abba and I have a dream to follow… 🙂

I Had A Dream…

In history’s past, on the path, I had a dream
Of a world in harmony it did seem,
Accepting one as to who they believe and are
One’s lifes choices no one did bar.

Free to climb a mountain, to touch a star
Free to search the universe, where answers are,
Free to venture through life, with open mind
Another’s belief, it did not blind.

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.

Children could follow their own dream, you see
Not to be denied by another’s ideology,
To follow the destiny of their own choice
Not to be hindered by another’s voice.

I still have that dream, you know
A dream that began a long time ago,
A dream without end, each and every day
Until the four winds, they all blow away.

(Larry “Dutch” Woller)