For years I dreamed of writing and could not find a way to achieve this dream; try though I may, I never succeeded. I cried out often in my heart, but to no avail. One day, ever so gently an Angel said to me, “You must start writing now.” I obeyed and was amazed at how ideas poured out of my mind as I tapped the keyboard; two years later I published my first book!
I learned a valuable lesson from this experience:
If your heart does not cry out,
your dreams do not come about,
…and neither do angels sprout.
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I love each new day; the advantage of waking up and finding I’m alive, and the fact that once again, opportunity calls from outside the covers. Its so worthwhile waking and having gratitude for being alive; because one day I will wake up and find I’m dead! On that day I shan’t bother to find out what’s outside the covers – I will know.
I am Author, Writer, and Blogger.
Whilst the titles might make me sound important, I am not. I love people and have a strong passion to encourage people and help them to love themselves.
Writing and publishing on my blog site is simply what I do.
What do I write? Over the years I have published, short stories, Inspirational articles, poems, reviews of books, movies, restaurants, and more.
Although of late I have focused more on ‘Words of Wisdom’ articles that invite people to challenge themselves as far as their self-development is concerned and these I publish weekly, under the title, “Weekly Words of Wisdom” on my blogsite: http://www.sirpeterjames.com.
Having had an excellent response to the “Weekly Words of Wisdom,” it makes sense to publish a daily, “Peter’s Quote for The Day,” in the hopes that you will, not only read it, but let the words be drawn into your very soul and finally, and most important of all – you will apply them to your life.
If you feel this article has value, please send this link to others. Writings are meant for people, not for dormant files in our computers. Often, when we share them, it results in positive changes in the lives of individuals and communities.
When I was a little boy, teachers ridiculed me and I was often told to stand in a corner. I felt ashamed of myself; then one day a kindly Angel took me, by the hand, to a mirror. “Look at yourself, you are beautiful, you need never be ashamed of yourself; besides if you don’t love you, how will you love others?” Life has been wonderful since the Angel came into my life and I left the corner forever!
The corner of a classroom is a place of shame and loneliness, if you choose to stay there, you will always feel guilt, shame and fear. The miracle is – you have a choice; stay of leave.
A little boy was in his class when the teacher announced, “Class, all stand in honour of our leader, Vladimir Lenin.” the class stood except Aleksandr. “Why are you not standing Alexandr?” The teacher screamed. “I don’t like him,” the boy whimpered. The teacher beat the boy unmercifully and taking him by the ear thrust him into a corner. “You will learn respect or else!”
The following morning the teacher made her announcement and all the class stood, including Alexandr. “So,” the teacher sneered, “You are learning respect yes?” The boy replied, “Teacher I am standing on the outside, but on the inside I am sitting.”
The little boy chose to stay out of the corner on the inside by standing for the leader on the outside.
All our best choices are made from within; this way, we live another day when its convenient to make other choices
I can to this day, some sixty-eight years later, recall the first time I was kissed by a little girl. Although not one hundred per cent clearly, I still remember her face and her somewhat full rosebud lips. More than this I recall that she took my hand, held it fast, turned and kissed me on full on the lips, whilst I stood in a tremor of fright and absolute delight. We were two eight-year-olds.
Wednesday morning 4.30 am, I lay awake knowing that today I will scatter my son’s ashes.
I force myself out of bed; dawn is breaking and I go out into the garden, where I laid my son’s ashes some weeks ago. Still in my pajamas, I lift my son’s ashes, in a tiny box, from under a rose bush and take them inside, placing them on the table. I stand, there, alone and dazed, not even able to think. There’s no one that I can turn to, no one that can hold me and comfort my shocked soul. Tears are falling, but I’m not crying.