Giving, humor and Santa is watching you on the path least traveled…

Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..

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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 Gift of Giving… Frank Sonnenberg

Give out of love, not obligation.
Give when it’s least expected.
Give without strings attached.
Give from your heart.
Give of yourself.
Give to show that you care.
Give help without causing helplessness.
Give something that makes personal sacrifice.
Give to make a difference.
Give without keeping score.
Give for no reason at all.
Give a little if you can’t give a lot.
Give without attracting attention to yourself.
Give without being asked.
Give of your experience.
Give to those who need it most.

Hello Diary,

Well, it is a Monday morning, the holiday continues… a bit cloudy and cold this morning but sun later perhaps… yesterday the sun were out with a bit of fog but pleasant though cool…

Mon morning

I expect there are those who are taking advantage of the pleasant weather to do errands and shopping.. had a relaxing weekend after a busy week, now preparing for the next year… taking a moment from the activities to share a few thoughts… the holiday is also about giving… had a surprise visit from a young couple who lives down the street.. do not know their last name or very little about them but they stopped in over the weekend and gave me a present… a cute small pail and a card.. “People will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.”

present 1

Inside was a delicious party mix that they made themselves…

present

I were caught by surprise so I did not have a card, but I did have a 3 pound canned ham that I purchased a short time back for special occasion and that special occasion arrived… 🙂 I gave them the ham and apologized for not having a card…. while thinking of Santa and the reindeer, a short time back I posted a rare occurrence of a couple of reindeer in the neighborhood…

deer 1

I am wondering now if they were Santa’s reindeer on a mission… Hmmmmmmmmmm.. 🙂 yes, love, dreams, hope, giving, all part of the holiday… but humor has a place in the holiday season also… I penned these thoughts…

The 4th of July Holiday May Be Easier..

It were a few days before Christmas
With a half decorated tree,
No one were stirring
Not even me…

Still in my pajamas
All snuggled in bed,
With visions of winning the lottery
Dancing in my head…

There were a loud noise
And I awoke with a start,
I shuffled to the windows
The curtains I did part.

Was it 9 tiny reindeer
With a jolly elf dressed in red?
Disappointment in the air
It were the garbage collector instead.

I ventured to the kitchen
For a spot of tea and some toast,
Opened the fridge to find
A turkey and dressing to roast.

Ventured to the room with the tree
The room warmed by the morning sun,
At a glance I realized with a frown
That there’s dusting to be done.

In the corner were the vacuum
Looking so forlorn,
It needs to be run
Some time before Christmas morn.

Presents needing paper, ribbons
Bows and all that matter,
I stand outside with rake in hand
A yard full of leaves to gather.

A present under the tree
Could it be my favorite toy?
Then a thought came to mind
I may be too tired to enjoy… sighhhhh
(Larry “Dutch” Woller)

Well, I had better close.. life is calling and I need to answer the call to see what life wants… plus there are dreams to follow… so Diary, I wish you a Great start for Mon, Love for Tues, Peace for Wed, No worries for Thurs, Fun for Fri, Joy for Sat, Happiness for Sun. Have a wonderful week, and I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…

Ray Stevens says you best not be naughty ‘cause Santa is watching you… 🙂

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A perfect Christmas on the path least traveled…

Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..

me 2abc

( “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 🙂 ).

Hope…

Let me but live my life from year to year,
With forward face and unreluctant soul;
Not hurrying to, nor turning from the goal;
Not mourning for the things that disappear
In the dim past, nor holding back in fear
From what the future veils; but with a whole
And happy heart, that pays its toll
To Youth and Age, and travels on with cheer.

So let the way wind up the hill or down,
O’er rough or smooth, the journey will be joy:
Still seeking what I sought when but a boy,
New friendship, high adventure, and a crown,
My heart will keep the courage of the quest,
And hope the road’s last turn will be the best.
(Henry Van Dyke )

Hello Diary,

It is a Friday morning, a gloomy morning outdoors… definitely doesn’t seem like winter holidays, unless one is in the Caribbean.. Took this photo a 7:30 AM this morning…

Fri morning

Nonetheless, the holiday spirit is in the air on the path least traveled… though presents and food is a part of, it is not about the holidays… it is about hope, as Mr. Van Dyke penned it… it is also about dreams.. “Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird, that cannot fly.” Langston Hughes … I believe Mr. Raines has some thoughts about dreams…

Dreams..
There’s a place where I go that no one else knows,
Where mysteries abound and excitement grows.
A place out of reach of any man’s hands,
Safely secluded in a far away land

Beyond the grasp of those who may plunder
The wealth of its power and its life changing wonder.
I go alone to my secret place, never leaving a trace
For someone to follow and discover my space

Where I keep my secrets, my fears, and my regrets
Away from the world and all of its threats.
It’s mine and mine alone!
The only place I can call my own.

I treasure the moments spent in this realm
Where anything is possible and I’m at the helm.
This place I describe is all that it seems …
It’s a magical place I call my dreams.
(John Raines)

Dreams are the fuel that guides one to their destiny… “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

Also did a bit of decorating around the hearth… no lights, just a bit of garland, some flowers and bows and a imagination… 🙂

hearth

Santa won’t use the chimney this year, don’t want to get his new suit dirty before the big day.. And because he wanted to spend more time with the little folk, he came by here early and used the backdoor when I were at the post office… 🙂

The holidays are also about love…“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 … and here on the path holiday (or any day) love is not about decorations, presents, food, etc…
“The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched – they must be felt with the heart.” Helen Keller

I penned some thoughts in a holiday poem.. 🙂

A Holiday Poem…

As Christmas approaches, my love
One contemplates not the day,
But all the years of memories and thoughts
That one acquired along the way.

Memories filled with sadness, sorrow perhaps
Memories with happiness and joy, my dear
Memories to bring out the laughter
Memories to bring out a tear.

A special day and one to treasure, my love
And not because of the calendar age,
Because a life of memories and thoughts
Will be adding another page!

Even though if a distance and time apart
It will be a day that we will share,
Our love knows no time or distance
Be assured, my love, I will be there!

It will become our memory, and we will share
Christmas day, every day…… forever,
Because of our love eternal
Beyond…………. the 12th of Never!!

Merry Christmas, my love!
(Larry “Dutch” Woller)

Well, I had better close… “hoping” for a wonderful holiday with happiness for everyone, that “dreams” come true and “love” is in the air… 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.”

My idea of a perfect Christmas
Is to spend it with you
In a party or dinner for two
Anywhere would do
Celebrating the yuletide season
Always lights up our lives
Simple pleasures are made special too
When they’re shared with you

Looking through some old photographs
Faces and friends we’ll always remember
Watching busy shoppers rushing about
In the cool breeze of December
Sparkling lights all over town
Children’s carols in the air
By the Christmas tree
A shower of stardust on your hair

I can’t think of a better Christmas
Than my wish coming true
And my wish is that you’d let me spend
My whole life with you

Yes, there is a Santa Claus on the path least traveled…

Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..

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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 🙂 ).

Mama’s Christmas Miracle… by Kathy J Parenteau

Mama told me a story a long, long time ago, not like any that I’d ever heard,
all about a little girl mama used to know, how I remember every word.
Seems like a lifetime ago, though I remember it so well.
It was a Christmas Eve I’ll never forget as far as I can tell.

We were sitting at the kitchen table, it was only my mother and me.
I was dreaming of Christmas morning and all the presents under the tree.
Dad wasn’t doing that well and money was scarce that year.
Mama found a way of telling me without me shedding one tear.

She told me a story of a little girl and a Christmas long ago,
who came from far away, a place where it rarely snowed.
Santa was just a dream to her, but she believed so much inside,
that Christmas was going to be special, so she knelt by her bed and she cried.

“Lord, let Santa remember me if not just this one time.
I promise I won’t ask for much, maybe a dolly I can call all mine.”
She closed her prayer and thanked the Lord for all that she received.
She knew that Santa would really come if only she believed.

She wrote a letter to Santa, unfamiliar to most girls and boys.
Though her list was long and full, on it there were no toys.
Only things we take for granted, like new shoes or underpants,
hair bows for her sisters and gloves to warm her brothers’ hands.

At the bottom of her list she asked, if it not be too much,
for a brand new baby doll she could hold and love and touch.
Then Christmas morning came and she looked beneath her tree,
Not a present to be found as far as she could see.

She didn’t give up hope as she heard a knocking sound.
When she opened up her door, a great big box she found.
She called out to her mother and dad, brothers and sisters too,
She said, “My prayers were answered, there’s something in here for all of you.”

Her daddy got brand new boots, her mother new underpants, her sisters got beautiful hair bows, her brothers warm gloves for their hands.
Buried deep beneath the box was a brand new baby doll and a note that said, “Merry Christmas, I love you one and all.”

I’ll never forget that story because much to my surprise,
I saw the true meaning of Christmas shining in my mother’s eyes.
For those of you who are wondering, as if you didn’t know,
The little girl in Mama’s story was my mother long ago.

Hello Diary,

It is a Tuesday morning, not been a pleasant past few days, cold and wintry… woke up to freezing fog yesterday morning…

freezing fog

The temperature were 17 degrees F and visibility of 300 feet… difficult to keep up the holiday spirit but no white flag flying here… 🙂 have some errands to do this morning, get supplies for the holiday for me and my backyard friends… more weather end of the week…

And speaking of the holiday spirit, seems there is a debate about Santa.. put the tree up the day before Christmas day, presents, food and football on Christmas day, tree down the day after Christmas.. Hmmmmmm, no holiday magic there… so sad… there is holiday magic and Santa here on the path least traveled… 🙂

Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus… (Francis Pharcellus Church )
“Virginia, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except what they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men’s or children’s, are little. In this great universe of ours man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect, as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.
Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exists, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! How dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus? It would be as dreary as if there were no Virginias. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment except in sense and sight. The external light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.
Not believe in Santa Claus? You might as well not believe in fairies! You might as well get your papa to hire men to watch all the chimneys on Christmas Eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if they did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that’s no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders that are unseen and unseeable in the world. You tear apart the baby’s rattle to see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, not even the united strength of all the strongest man that ever lived, could tear apart. Only faith, poetry, love and romance can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernatural beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, Virginia, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding.
No Santa Claus? Thank God he lives, and he lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay 10 times 10,000 years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.”

I wonder what is in that large package that Santa left for me under the tree…
xmas package1

Hmmmmmmmmmmm.. 🙂

Well, I had better close for now… get on with the day.. errands to do, stars to gaze, dreams to follow, rainbows to chase.. so it is HO HO HO, off we go…. but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…

No doubting Thomas’s, no nay sayers.. just a dreamer with a heart filled with dreams….. and some holiday pudding waiting for me… 🙂

When you wish upon a star
Makes no difference who you are
Anything your heart desires
Will come to you.

If your heart is in your dreams
No request is too extreme
When you wish upon a star
As dreamers do.

Fate is kind
She brings to those who love
The sweet fulfillment of
Their secret longing

Like a bolt out of the blue
Fate steps in and sees you through
When you wish upon a star
Your dreams come true

Perfection, change and pizza on the path least traveled…

Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..

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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 🙂 ).

Winds of Change…

I watched that heavy door begin to close,
all the while the winds above me rose.
The years whisper and whistle back into my ear,
the memories haunted by sorrows and fear.

With a new day it finally dawned on me,
the past needed locking and I had the key.
Leave it behind, leap and fly away free,
let the winds of change blow and carry me.

Feel them lifting my wings now able to soar,
up to an open sky and caged no more.
Flying so fast to where no hurt can find,
a place of peace now inhabits my mind.

This heart full of courage never ceases to beat,
knowing my history is not destined to repeat.
Clear paths now lead me to a new destination,
for my life, my future and the next generation.
(Kelly Deschler )

Hello Diary,

It is the middle of the week, a busy week with December bringing the year to a close so starting to prepare for the new year… sun is out at the moment but the morning started out with winter…

weds ,morn

Winter is not officially here till December 21 but it is obvious that Ole Man Winter has his own calendar and it is not compatible with us mortals calendar… 🙂 with the snow and all, the neighbors were getting into the spirit of the season, managed to take a photo last evening…

neighbors house

It has been some time since I decorated outdoors, concentrate on indoors and try to refrain from using lights in a effort to conserve energy… the world observed the holidays long before Thomas Edison were born… 🙂
My daughter were passing through yesterday and stopped overnight because of the weather, continued her journey this morning… decided on a quick meal, so warmed up the pizza..

pizza

Using the microwave made a plate of broccoli and cheese…..

broc cheese

And again using the microwave, made bacon and cheese bagels….

cheesy bagels

While preparing the above food, I roasted some french fries in the toaster oven, the making of the entire meal took 20 minutes… and I had a spot of wine with my pizza… Well, Kim had briefly visited a store before arriving and she saved this little poinsettia…

poinseta

It were going to be thrown away, in the garbage… why?.. because it were different, it were too small, it were not perfect.. so therefore did not fit in, nobody wanted the little plant… never raised a poinsettia before but will try.. Google it, right Diary?… 🙂

And speaking of perfection, at another site there were a brief discussion about finding the perfect person, and I sent a reply;

“While you’re busy looking for the perfect person, you’ll probably miss the imperfect person who could make you perfectly happy”.

The following were a reply to mine, a general statement I am sure, not directed to me personally… 🙂

‘The Perfect’ doesn’t exist.
To realize that, start with you.
How many times have you lied?
How many times have you given into your selfishness?
And still, with all your imperfections and blunders,
you search for that who is perfect.
You want to be put on a pedestal of glory,
while stripping down others of their shame.
You have to realize, you are as equally imperfect as the next person you criticize,
and that is never shameful.
~This I wrote today.

And the following is my reply to that reply….

“The Perfect doesn’t exist”
I agree.. 🙂

“To realize that, start with you.”
As for me… 🙂

“How many times have you lied?”
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. 🙂

“How many times have you given into your selfishness?”
I accept what life and destiny has provided, nothing more.. “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.” 🙂

“And still, with all your imperfections and blunders”
Yes, I do not stand in front of a mirror and start singing “How Great Thou Art”… 🙂

“you search for that who is perfect.”
Perfection does not exist in nature nor the universe, therefore I do not waste my time looking for something that does not exist… 🙂

“You want to be put on a pedestal of glory,”
I dislike pedestals because they are unstable and I am leery of heights… if I want glory I would not be here on WordPress but on Twitter with Trump and the gang… 🙂

“while stripping down others of their shame.”
The only person I “strip” is me just prior to taking a bath… as for other peoples feelings, they are already aware of how they feel, I don’t waste my time constantly reminding them.. 🙂

“You have to realize, you are as equally imperfect as the next person you criticize,”
I am a born again heathen with long hair, earrings and nails, independent, not into religion and venturing down the path least traveled, quoting Frank Sinatra; “doing it my way”… I know who I am… I do not consider myself knowledgeable enough about the next person to assume I can determine who they are, what they are, how they feel or what they believe… 🙂

I wrote this today and I will write it every day… 🙂

On that I had better close.. Laundry has finished, much to do, dreams to follow and rainbows to chase… but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂

Yes, the climate, the world, the universe and the times, they are a changing…..“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

Come gather ’round people wherever you roam,
And admit that the waters around you have grown,
And accept it that soon you’ll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you is worth savin’
Then you better start swimmin’
Or you’ll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin’

Come writers and critics who prophecize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide,
The chance won’t come again,
And don’t speak too soon
For the wheel’s still in spin
And there’s no tellin’ who
That it’s namin’
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin’

Come senators, congressmen,
Please heed the call
Don’t stand in the doorway,
Don’t block the hall,
For he that’ gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled,
There’s a battle
Outside and it’s ragin’
It’ll soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin’

Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land,
And don’t criticize
What you can’t understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command,
Your old road is rapidly agin’,
Please get out of the new one
If you can’t lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin’

The line it is drawn,
The curse it is cast,
The slow one now will
Later be fast,
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is rapidly fadin’
And the first one now
Will later be last
For the times they are a-changin’

Homeless children are people too on the path least traveled…

Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..

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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 🙂 ).

“When I give food to the poor, they call me a saint. When I ask why the poor have no food, they call me a communist.” Helder Camara

“It’s so funny you judge me arrogant after I succeeded. You didn’t help me at all when I was so poor and needy.” Toba Beta

“The saddest aspect of life right now is that science gathers knowledge faster than society gathers wisdom”. Isaac Asimov

“We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark, the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light.” Plato

Hello Diary,

A somewhat dreary Sunday morning… Mother Nature cannot yet decide whether to be winter or summer, had some storms near by yesterday.. 🙂

sun morn 2

Saturday I prepared and froze next weeks meals…

next weeks dinners

And being a Sunday, it is a day of meditation and contemplation, whatever the weather… I were gazing about all the holiday festivities, folks planning big dinners, presents Christmas morning for the children, young and old, when it occurred to me, what about those homeless children who have the dreams but may not see presents, family dinners, etc…
Those children who are homeless and suffering because of man’s inhumanity towards man.. those children who are homeless because of health issues and do not meet social standards.. Those homeless children who are “different” in a world where different is ridiculed and looked down on…. I have shared these thoughts with you before, Diary, but believe it needs to be shared again this holiday season..

Maybe No More Children Will Die

I set here looking at the news
The powers wanted peace they say,
And while they spoke, bombs were dropped
20 children died that day!

What’s wrong with this idea?
Why not give PEACE a try,
Let’s give it a go, everyone
Maybe no more children will die

Smiles on their faces, while shaking hands
Arms deals for defense would come into play,
A bomb went off in a crowded market
10 children died that day.

What’s wrong with this idea?
Why not give a world without bombs a try,
Let’s give it a go, everyone
Maybe no more children will die

A war to end all wars, they said
Yet to war they always return,
Death, destruction, suffering and pain
Won’t they every learn?

What’s wrong with this idea?
Let’s give LEARNING a try,
Let’s give it a go, everyone
Maybe no more children will die.

Anger versus anger, hate versus hate
Seeds sown by war at home and away,
Starvation , sickness, a mother in tears
More and more children die every day.

What’s wrong with this idea?
Why not give LOVE a try,
Let’s give it a go, everyone
Maybe no more children will die.
( Larry “Dutch” Woller, 9-17-2008)

“Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired, signifies in the final sense a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed.” Dwight D. Eisenhower

I keep hearing the religious faithful talk about their God, how he will protect the children.. “But the Lord is faithful. He will establish you and guard you against the evil one.” 2 Thessalonians 3:3 .. Well, I wonder where he is, because his children could use some help… it is obvious the children cannot depend on a large percentage of the descendants of Adam and Eve.. 🙂

I conjured up a memory of my Dad going to a children’s home in a neighboring city, it were called Cunningham, after the street it sat next to…he would deliver fresh vegetables and other items (donated) from time to time..

“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.”

Soooooooo, ole Santa checked the piggy bank one more time, uncovered the sleigh, rounded up as many reindeer as he could (there were grumbling and moaning in the herd but they rose to the occasion.. 🙂 ) and were off…

“Change will not come if we wait for some other person, or if we wait for some other time. We are the ones we’ve been waiting for. We are the change that we seek.” ― Barack Obama

First stop, the Cunningham Childrens home,,

cunningham

Left some Christmas cheer, hopefully a child will have a pleasant holiday..

childrens home

And while in the air and thinking about children in other parts of the world, stopped by Unicef…

unicef2

And dropped off some holiday cheer there also…

unicef

It were a small gesture, Santa wishing he could do more but hopefully there is at least a child or two who’s dream may be closer to becoming reality and will have a bright and happy holiday also..

“I alone cannot change the world, but I can cast a stone across the waters to create many ripples.” -Mother Teresa

Well, Diary, I had better close for now… haven’t covered up the ole sleigh yet and the herd have their cell phones at the ready for a 811 (cannot use 911.. 🙂 )… adventures are waiting for me and dreams to follow… but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise.. “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)

Diary, as I set here in the comfort of my home, food in the pantry and refrigerator and presents under the tree, I wonder how many children around the world are singing this song…

I was slowly passing an orphan’s home one day
And stop there for a moment just to watch the children play
Alone a boy was standing and when I asked him why
He turned with eyes that couldn’t see and he began to cry

Chorus; I’m nobody’s child, I’m nobody’s child
Just like a flower I’m growing wild
No mommy’s kisses and no daddy’s smiles
Nobody wants me, I’m nobody’s child

People come for children and take them to their own
But they all seem to pass me by and leave me here alone
I know they’d like to take me but when they see I’m blind
They always take some other child and I am left behind

Chorus;

No mother’s arms to hold me or soothe me when I cry
Sometimes it gets so lonely here I wish that I could die
I’d walk the streets of heaven where all the blind can see
And just like for the other kids there’d be a home for me

Chorus;

It were the spring of ’52 and my first love on path least traveled…

Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..

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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 🙂 ).

“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”..

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

“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

“One cannot cherish success unless one has known failure, one cannot cherish love unless one has known heartache.” Larry Woller

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

Hello Diary,

It s a Saturday morning, a dreary Saturday morning outdoors….

Sat morning

But all is bright, warm and cozy on the inside… 🙂 have the possibility of a winter storm building up for tomorrow (Sunday) and tomorrow night here on the prairies, preparing for that, otherwise relaxing, working on the fingernails and contemplating the tomorrows… 🙂 I were ask some time back when I first felt or fell in love… after venturing down memory lane briefly, it happened when I was growing up on the farm, thinking the early spring of 1952 or there about…

As I have mentioned in the past, I grew up on a farm in the 1940’s, 1950’s and early 1960’s ( I left the farm in 1963), here is a picture of me and my brother ( I am standing and he is sitting)….

On the farm

And farming were quite different then as now… we had lifestock (cattle, hogs, chickens, etc) and grain… here is a picture of a unusual cornstalk that Dad grew…

cornstalk

I am standing with my Dad, Mom and sister and my brother is leaning against the ladder… Anyway, it were early spring on the farm and there were a mother cow with calf, it would be her first calf… well, Dad told me the calf would be mine, to grow up with, to take care of, etc… I were happy!!… Now, love isn’t something that can be touched, tasted or even seen…“The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched– they must be felt with the heart.” Helen Keller

With it being the mother cow being young and her first calf, there were many things that could go wrong so she needed watched carefully.. And the cattle, like all else on the farm, were not confined but free to wander about and usually went into the 40 acre pasture during the day and stay in the feedlot during the night… and we would milk the cows before they ventured into the pasture and after they returned from the pasture in the late afternoon/evening…

That being said, I would check the mother cow before I went to school in the morning and then again after I returned from school… overtime I became attached to the little calf even though the calf were not born yet… Love knows no boundaries, time, race, gender, distance, etc… those are labels used by the human race to attempt to explain the unexplainable… 🙂

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

Love is more like a not written, not said invitation…

A Invitation..

I received a invitation one day
Oh, not your regular kind,
The words not spoken or written
But were in the heart and mind.

To share a love and happiness
A love, that is precious and true,
A happiness that is eternal
That only lovers and dreamers knew.

The invite did not come the regular way
No cards, no letters, no phone, no email.. you see,
It just appeared one quiet sunny day
In the depths, the spirit and heart of me.

The invite came from an unknown
A unknown too great for me to behold,
But it is to be a precious beginning,
Of a story, one day to be told.

( Larry “Dutch” Woller )

Well, one morning I ventured out to check the mother cow (it were a off and on rainy, snowy morning with some occasional sleet) and I noticed the mother cow had lost weight… I panicked a bit and check the cows posterior and noticed there were some afterbirth present… she had given birth to the calf… I ran around the barn and feedlot looking for the calf but could not be found… the mother cow had abandoned the calf in the pasture… I ran into the house, told Dad, and he said he would take care of the cow and then we would search for the calf… I put on a rain coat and decided I would look for the calf while Dad were taking care of the mother cow…

The grass were knee high to an adult and it took me what seemed like forever to find the little calf, but find the calf I did, near a 1/2 mile from the barn… she were a pretty ebony color with a white face and all four hooves white like the calf were wearing white socks, she were about the size of a medium German Shepherd dog… the calf had some afterbirth still on her as well as some ice and snow… I moved her head to see if she were still alive and she opened her eyes briefly but made no attempt to move… I cleaned her up the best I could, put my raincoat over the calf, shoved a small staff I had in the ground to mark her position and started back to the barn to get Dad when I saw he was on the way with the small tractor and wagon…

I were cold, wet and crying because of my concern over the calf and my love for the little calf as I set on the back of the wagon with the calf’s head on my lap, we got to the barn and I helped Dad clean up, dry off and try to warm the little calf… Dad told me to go into the house and he would stay with the calf…. I gently put the calf’s head down and she opened her eyes briefly… Dad spent the night with the calf, Mom spent the night with me… I did have a brother and sister but they were too young to help…

I went to bed dreaming about growing up with the little calf, trying to find a name for the little calf… Dad spent the night with the little calf, doing everything he could (he even got the electric blanket to keep the calf warm), trying to feed, etc, but the little calf were too weak and with exposed to the weather chill, the little calf passed away during the night…

“Why is it we don’t always recognize the moment when love begins, but we always know when love ends ‘..

The next morning found that I had a 103F degree temperature and the beginning of pneumonia so Mom and Dad took me to the hospital where I spent two days… Dad had buried the little calf in a corner of the pasture where the grave would not be disturbed… when I returned home I were heartbroken, of course, and I found my little tablet with a list of names I wrote down, could not decide and got to thinking, it were spring and soon the flowers would come out of hibernation and bring beauty and life to the world, so I made a small cross, got a crayon to write the name on the cross and I named the little calf “Flower”….

It were that spring on the prairies that I first felt and knew love and I hope that Flower did also in her brief stay in this mortal world….

“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 it were that spring on the prairies that I first felt heartache…

“Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.” ― Dr. Seuss

It is difficult to imagine a world without love….

“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”…. (Larry “Dutch” Woller)

Love is like music….

“Music gives a soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination and life to everything.” Plato

Well, I have rambled enough, will get on with the day and venture down the path, dreams to follow, rainbows and adventures to find… a path filled with love…. But I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂

“Loving someone is giving them the power to break your heart, but trusting them not to.” Julianne Moore

Home is where the heart is and being thankful on the path least traveled…

Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..

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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 🙂 ).

“For last year’s words belong to last year’s language
And next year’s words await another voice.
And to make an end is to make a beginning.” T.S. Eliot

“Consult not your fears but your hopes and your dreams. Think not about your frustrations, but about your unfulfilled potential. Concern yourself not with what you tried and failed in, but with what it is still possible for you to do.” Pope John XXIII

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

“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”..

Hello Diary,

It is a Tuesday morning, two days before the Thanksgiving holiday begins… a somewhat pleasant day for November… spent the last few days preparing for the holiday, penning some thoughts, living life… thought I would pop in briefly to share some thoughts, perhaps a memory or two before venturing on down the path…

As I said, while doing daily activities, I were preparing for the holiday as Thanksgiving is usually the start of the holiday… prepared my holiday feast…

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Having chicken instead of turkey with all the fixin’s…. 🙂 I also opened the Kindle, browsed my library and download ebooks to read over the holidays…

Xmas Kindle

Have near 3 years of holiday novels downloaded, a good read on a wintry evening with a glass of wine… 🙂 I also got the holiday cards out of storage…

xmas cards

Will spend some time tomorrow sorting and making a list (and checking it twice.. 🙂 ), already have the holiday stamps… and speaking of holiday meals, as it is known I am a sustaining monthly contributor to the E. I. Foodbank.. during the holidays I team up with Bank of America and the number of meals triple ..

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And I also donate a bit more over the holidays.. hopefully for those less fortunate and facing difficult challenges their days will be a bit better and brighter and perhaps have a holiday of pleasant memories… I also got my little “Charlie Brown” tree out of storage…. 🙂

charlie brown tree

It will have a place this holiday also.. and it brought back a memory of the time my brother and I were giving the task of finding a Christmas tree for his family.. well, we ventured out and over time came across some friends and we decided to chat a bit and have some holiday cheer to celebrate the holidays.. Now, we did not overdo with the cheer, but chatted about the good old days and time got away from us and we had to hurry to find a tree, my brother found one he thought would be appropriate and we ventured to his house.. well, once home and after careful scrutiny, the lower part of the tree was so crooked it could not be set in a base and be straight… sooooooooooooooo, being determined, and in order to have the tree straight, my brother put a eye hook in the ceiling and “hung” the tree, the base of the tree would just touch the floor… he use the bucket at the base for decorations and to keep the tree from swinging.. 🙂 needless to say, from that day forward my brother and I were forbidding to go tree hunting together.. 🙂

Yes, Thanksgiving is suppose to be a day to give thanks and I penned some thoughts….

Being Thankful….

Thanksgiving has arrived
Another year as gone bye,
Been busy chasing dreams
Living life..time did fly,

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)

Well, Diary, I had better close, venture down that path to discover myself and the universe.. “It may take a lifetime for one to discover oneself and perhaps there are those that never do”… but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂

The “home” where we grew up may change (the house, neighborhood, family, friends, etc), may even be gone, but home lies in the heart, home is where the heart is and no matter where we are, we will always be home for the holidays… 🙂