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Don’t Die Too Soon – continued

 

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One grey rainy morning at the age of seventy one (I had just been retired from my job of twelve years with no more than handshake and thirty days’ notice pay!) gazing out of the window, I wondered, fearfully what was going to become of me. I had the promise of nine months of UIF pay and then state pension. But after that???

To add to this medley I was still suffering from the effects of an unexpected divorce, caring for a drug addicted son, and many other domestic issues.

Thankfully my brother rescued me, by offering me a commission only sales position in his business.

My mind was being bombarded with all manner of thoughts and I began to bitterly regret the many poor choices made in my past life, when I was young, healthy and making a fortune of money – wasting it as fast as I made it.

Browsing in a bookstore I picked up a book called, “Artists Way.” I was unaware as I stood in the store, that I faced a fork in the road ahead of me. IArtists Way opted for the ‘left fork’ and armed with Artists Way I hit the road. The story from there is a long, but interesting one. For sake of time, I will tell you about it at some other stage.

Save it to say, from the left fork, I gobbled up self-help and motivational books, whilst  scouring the internet. I tried to see myself breaking the barriers of low self-worth, old age, rejection, and finally succeeding in my life once more.

Daily, I faced thoughts in my mind telling me it was too late, I was too old, who would take notice of an old man anyway. Besides what could I do to set myself back on my feet?

Employment at my brother’s business worked well for both of us and this proved to be a Godsend. I took up affordable residence in a clean, well maintained ‘retirement residence’, which in reality was an old age home! Filled with precious older folks (many younger than me!) sitting on the verandah, gazing into outer space, and waiting for someone to visit. (My heart broke for them.)

I knew this was not the life for me. I might be seventy two, but not ‘old’ and certainly far away from dying. My body was in prime condition (I’ve always been and exerciser and watched my diet.) but my mind…..that was another story!

I cannot describe to you the battle that raged in my mind, day, and night.

My mind was poisoned with fear, loneliness, fear of rejection, no self-confidence.

One day, after reading some Earl Nightingale material and a book called, ‘Portable Coach’ I set about some deep soul searching.Portable Coach

Ultimately, I concluded that what I really wanted to do, and in fact, what had been a dream of mine for many years was to ‘write a book.’

My mind tore me to shreds on this one! What are you going to write about? You are too old; you don’t know how to write! I made several attempts to write about my life but the scorn from my mind defeated me.

At this point, in a most miraculous way, I met a lady who ran a tailor’s shop and we began to date. Suddenly my mind was consumed by thoughts about her, day, and night.

We dined out, laughed a great deal (I could not remember ever laughing so much in my life.) and had a tremendous amount of fun.

She had a delightful apartment in a secure complex and invited me to move in with her. At this juncture I could say that I moved in with her and ‘the rest is history.’ But no, it wasn’t, the rest is our future and the complete revitalization of my mind. We married and have been together for five years.

Neelie, encouraged me to start a blog site and write short articles each week. I was so in love that I wrote poems about her, setting up a fictional character, ‘The Bold Knight Sir Peter James and his Lady Scarlett.’ At her urging I began writing a paranormal romance novel and was nothing short of amazed at how the words simply flowed  off my keys, with no apparent effort on my part. With much research into how to write a book, plots, genres, and the many free writing tools available on the internet, I started my journey into serious writing. I also joined a writer’s group.

I am by nature a disciplined person, I set about allocating a time in my busy day to writing for a fixed period of time; a certain amount of days each week. I have always been a goal-setter, but I found with a creative art such as writing, it was better for me not to set goals, rather to ensure I met with my disciplined writing times and let the words take care of themselves.

I was 60 thousand words into my estimated finished work of 90 thousand words, when I realized that it might be more advantageous for me to write a short story book. After all, I had loads of material after blogging (by then) for two years and publishing an article each week. This way I could publish sooner and pave the way for my completed novel.

I aimed at 45 thousand words and was finished in three months. After much searching I found a publisher who offered an affordable turnkey package at what I thought was an all-round beneficial deal.

I prayed for a sponsor, as I did not have much money in my account. I witnessed a miracle – the sponsor arrived and I was able to make a down payment and the monthly installments.

During this period of time I learned a great deal about design, editing, layout and plenty more.

Two weeks ago my publishers, true to their promise, loaded my e-book onto Amazon, Kindle and Smashwords. A few days later my six free printed books were ready to be delivered!

Me & My Book
Me and My Book

My family arranged for my books to be couriered to me and last night, for the first time Neelie and I held our dream in our hands!

Neelie is in her early seventies and I’m a couple of years off 80.

Now we are going to learn how to market our book in Europe; to achieve this we sold up home and fitted it into four suitcases……..

Don’t die too soon, there’s too much living to do!

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Don’t Die Too Soon……

It is interesting that in our age, longevity is a sought after state, with this product or that process offering to lead us to that sought after place.

It is also noteworthy that the Bible talks about certain men living to extraordinary ages. Methuselah takes the lead having died at the age of over 900 years!

Appreciating that there have been questions raised, over the years, about the language of the bible not necessarily having the same interpretation for numbers as we do in this age, there may be truth in this argument, there may not be, but in the end, who’s to say for certain?

In the cycle of human life, once beauty and stamina wane, the longevity wishers begin to have second thoughts. When the taste of commercial promises have proven themselves to be a little less than truth, the longevity wishers lose their appetite for a longer life. When the proliferation of mind disorders (particularly) reveals its ugly character or for that matter painful physical  diseases start destroying family members and friends before the very eyes of longevities, (if I may call them that) they don’t want to live longer thank you!

It looks like it’s a trade-off situation; in other words we want to live longer, but don’t want to die of a terrible mind or body failure.

Well, longevities, there’s good news in store for you. Its possible to live longer and not suffer the fate of mind and body failure, without the aid of commercial promises or changed lifestyle disciplines.

Its true, at least that’s what the Bible tells us; Moses is said to have died at one hundred and twenty years of age and went to his grave in good shape.

In case you are wondering, I am a longevity, planning on also going on to one hundred and twenty. “Why?” you might ask. Simple….I love my life and if Moses made it, I’m going make it as well!

This raises a question in my mind. When does death start? I think it begins with what could be termed as societal death.

Let me explain, when a person reaches a certain age, for the most part they are forced to retire. In other words they must give up their jobs and leave their work environment.

There are many people who successfully plan for this event and will go on in life sustaining themselves. There are those that would be able to continue earning money to augment pension payments. Then there are those who will have to rely on state pension only.

All these people will reach a time when society (including family members) will interact with them less and less; as a result they will spend a great deal of time on their own.

How often do we see pictures of the elderly, sat in chairs at a home or caring center, no longer productive, waiting for family or friends to visit and basically, waiting to die.

So death for these folks has started in the mind; that mind located in a perfectly healthy body. Loneliness, rejection, worthlessness, anxiety, fear, and many more begin their lethal purpose of destroying their host body and hey-ho-before-you-know, the host body and mind becomes home to a plethora of diseases, sadly resulting in death – often slow and painful.

Understandably, you ask, “Where are you going with this line?” My Answer is this: There’s more…….

Look out for part two, it’s really interesting.

 

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A Tailor’s Shoppe

Per chance, there was a day, when as I went, I espied, that there were a tailor’s shoppe along the way.

Surely, I cried, this is the place that I should seek, to have those changes to my attire that I wish to make.

Yet, many a day did go by, that I passed that way and woe, remembered that my cloth at castle remained.

One day, I determined, on seeing the tailor’s shoppe, that I would return to my castle and collect my cloth, then to present my cloth to the tailor for repair.

So it is that I went into the tailor’s shoppe, with some foreboding for that which I should find.

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The Perfect Wife

Knight 2

A Poem By SirPeterJamesdotcom.

Dedicated to his love, the Ladye Scarlett, a virtuous Woman.

(with extracts from Proverbs 31:10 – KJV).

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The Art of Sabrage

“Sabrage /səˈbrɑːʒ/ is a technique for opening a champagne bottle with a Sabre,[1] used for ceremonial occasions. The wielder slides the Sabre along the body of the bottle to break the top of the neck away, leaving the neck of the bottle open and ready to pour. The force of the blunt side of the blade hitting the lip breaks the glass to separate the collar from the neck of the bottle. One does not use the sharp side of the blade. The cork and collar remain together after separating from the neck.”  Wikipedia

The origins of Sabrage are said to have come from Napoleon’s troops who received gifts of Champagne from people as they rode from their victory ground. They could not open the bottle with one hand on the reign and used their Sabre’s to dislodge the bottle tops.

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Trail of Wilderness

Medieval Prose by sirpeterjames.com

Youth in Wilderness

Along the trail of wilderness wandered I ,my heart did cry, who am, I who am I?

Yet no reply, no reply came to my reporte. Yet did the wind call in its flight yonder.

Is this the voice I seek, the voice of my thoughtse? Nay, surely not; the wind is but a knave seeking willful sporte.

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Early Morning

 

I LOVE TO WATCH A SUN RISE
ACROSS THE FIELDS FAR WAY,
SPLASHES OF COLOR, BRIGHT SHADES OF RED
IT IS A SIGNAL OF A BEGINNING DAY.

THE CLOUDS MARCHING ACROSS THE SKY
FLUFFY BILLOWS OF SOFT WHITE,
THE SUN PEEKING UP OVER THE MOUNTAIN
PROMISING TO TAKE THE DARKNESS OF NIGHT.

THE FLOWERS BEGIN TO OPEN THEIR PEDALS
THEY HAVE BEEN SLEEPING OVERNIGHT,
ALL THE LOVELY SHADES OF PINK, YELLOW AND BLUE
STANDING THERE DAMP WITH MORNING DEW.

AT THE FIRST HINT OF DAYLIGHT
THE BIRDS BEGIN TO SING,
THEIR MUSIC CAN BE HEARD IN EVERY TREE
AS THEIR MELODIES BEGIN TO RING.

IT IS USUALLY VERY QUIET AT DAYBREAK
OFF IN THE DISTANCE I HEAR A ROOSTER CROW,Rooster at Sunrise
THE EARTH IS STILL SLEEPING NOT YET AWAKE
TIME TO GET UP, HE JUST WANTS US TO KNOW.

IT IS SO QUIET AND PEACEFUL
SITTING OUT UNDER A SHADE TREE,
READING THE DAILY NEWSPAPER
ENJOYING A GLASS OF ICE COLD TEA.

I WATCH A LITTLE LADY BUG
AS SHE TRAVELS IN A HURRY,
ACROSS A LEAF GOING REALLY NOWHERE
SHE DOESN’T SEEN TO MIND OR HAVE A WORRY.

A BUTTERFLY LANDS ON A MORNING GLORY
HIS LITTLE WINGS DIP UP AND DOWN,
SOON HE WILL LEAVE THAT FLOWER
AND SAIL TO OTHERS ALL AROUND.

A BUMBLE BEE HAS ALSO BEEN VISITING
HE OFTEN COMES QUITE NEAR,
HIS LITTLE WINGS MAKE A LOVELY SOUND
IF YOU LISTEN – YOU CAN HEAR.

I WISH EARLY MORNING LASTED LONGER
BUT I MUST GET BUSY AND START MY DAY,
BEFORE I KNOW IT THE SUN WILL START TO SINK
AND ON MY PILLOW, MY HEAD I WILL LAY.

BUT FOR NOW I WILL LINGER A FEW MOMENTS LONGER
NO NEED TO RUSH THE MORNING AWAY,
WON’T BE LONG UNTIL SPRING WILL TURN INTO WINTER
AND OUT HERE IN MY YARD I WON’T BE ABLE TO STAY.

Author: ADINE CATHEY

Submitted By: hayseed

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A Tailor’s Shoppe

 

Tailors Shoppe

 

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Children

 

Children

Harry Martinson 1931

 

A group of children play here – the wind cleans the sky,

the clouds dance.

Someone flings rocks, someone helps an ant home,

someone throws the hazel spear through a spider’s web;harry Martinson

Some caress lovingly – a boy and girl,

explore the skin’s smoothness, blush red,

feel giddiness, kiss with red mouths.

The wind cleans the sky, the trees sway,

The children dance in unison – in group ecstasy.

Male and female buds live on the trees;

from the same trunk they emanate all around.

The wind, the wind! The Children, the children!

Don’t bring Lenin in here, don’t bring Ramakrishna,

Come with humility

Learn the important improvisations of wildness.

New origins are born with each child.

Come! the sea murmurs

Almost wild children – a thousand possibilities

Play marbles on the shore.

 

‘The Procession of Memories’

Selected Poems 1929-1945

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Holi-Day of Sir Peter James and The Layde Scarlett.

 On a fayre day, that bold knight, Sir Peter James, did journey to the lands end in his trusty carriage, the Bee-Em-Thrubble-Ewe, with six trusty steeds at the fore.

He rode with his layde, The Layde Scarlett, Princess of all Albertinshire.

That bold knight did leane over to his layde as she slumbered to the rythyme of the swayeing carriage. He whispered to her eayr, ‘My Layde, my love for thee is indeed greatere that that of my lyfe, sleep on and rest thy soul”.

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