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I Fly Solo-Wisdom Snippets From Peter.

First Solo

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On this earth I will live life to the full, yet will I take my wings and fly high as well. As a result, the higher, I fly the more I can see. Above all, seeing is the fruit of believing.

I see miracles daily, They are all around me in the most eye-opening forms. As a consequence, the moment I gained awareness, my eyes were opened to many miracles in my life.

I can never say that I know someone or something for certain, not even myself.

My dreams are important to my onward journey. Above all, I need to keep them before my eyes; I need to sharpen my focus. As I focus, I generate energy into my dreams and cause them to materialize. The fact is that focusing requires a certain skill and I work on this skill daily. The benefits are encouraging.

I was recently given an assignment; to study Ogden Nash and then using his style, write a few poems of my own. This was a first for me and as a result, I wrote rather a long piece (which I never presented for the assignment) just to share with you, a special event in my life:

My First Solo.

Once I was earthbound and rather sad.

I was not happy with this, it made me quite mad.

One day I saw an airplane alighting into the sky.

She seemed like a feather as she climbed up high

I said to me, this is where you should be

In that plane, flying, that will be me.

I found an instructor, who beckoned me to follow

Delighted, in his steps I was aglow.

High into the sky, we alighted

And I became exceedingly frighted.

No matter said he, take the controls and see

That before long a pilot you shall be.

One day he climbed out of the plane

Telling me to fly, I said you’re insane

I was terrified you see

To fly all by myself, just me!

The plane wanted to fly

Being much afraid I could not see why

She leaped off the runway

As I felt my tummy heading toward my lower-way

My fears were then allayed

As my instructions I obeyed

And soon I was sailing in the still blue

The plane was happy too.

I was yelling, I can fly, I can fly

As free as a bird through the sky

Then a voice told me it was time to land

To herald my arrival I expected a band

As her wheels kissed the tarmac

I said, now you are a pilot; pat on the back.

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Grudges-Peter’s Wisdom Snippets.

Grudge

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When I’m tempted to hold grudges; It calls for rearranging the thoughts in my mind. I make very sure the important thoughts are placed on top of the others. Next, I toss the grudges into file thirteen. Hey-ho, I’m ready to go.

It has become apparent to me that accusing others is a senseless activity. This benefits neither the accuser nor the one being accused. For this reason, I accuse no one, not even myself. Because the folly of blame, justified or not, is this: It is never a solution.

It is said, when I point an accusing finger at anyone, three fingers point back at me. The fingers say, “Energy waster!”

It is both consoling and gratifying for me to respect all my fellow human beings. To treat or think of others with contempt is more damaging to me than it is to them.

I am intensely aware of perceiving something to be what it’s not. Wisdom has taught me to carefully filter my perception in order for me to see things as they really are.

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Exercising-Peter’s Quote for The Day.

Exercising

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Exercise From The Mind

My best experience with gym sessions was the shower after. I diligently performed my exercise routine, but my mind was always elsewhere, because I disliked exercising. Yet I appreciate the value of exercising. I’ve improved on this though; having taught myself to love each movement of every exercise. I was told if I want to put more power into what I’m doing, I must focus my energy on what I’m doing.  I discovered this is working for me. Plus there is a bonus -I get more value for my gym fees. That’s not all… my mind, oh my mind, is so much sharper. I won’t tell this to the gym, they’ll up my fees!

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A Dog Called Patch

Patch

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A Dog Called Patch

Taken from a true story.

Our Patch was a unique breed of dog. I’m not entirely sure which of about fourteen species he best fitted, so I think I’d best describe him as a little of each.

Our Patch was genial, gregarious, outgoing, and highly sociable. As his name implied, he also had Joseph’s coat of many colors. He was short-haired and of medium height, with one ear raised up and the other flopped down.

We had found Patch at an animal rescue center, and our boys fell in love with him. (I felt it was because of how he cocked his head when they spoke to him.)

Patch had unlimited energy, and my husband and I felt that our quarter-acre property would give him enough space. Our garden was surrounded on three sides by a six-foot wall and a solid hedge in front.

We had not bargained that Patch had a very naughty side to his nature, which came as a surprise. My husband and I were at work each day and our teenage sons were off to school, this resulted in Patch having a fair time on his own.

A day or two after joining our family, we heard Patch barking and someone screaming. We all left the breakfast table, rushing outside to see what was causing the raucous. Well, if it weren’t for the severity of the situation, I would have laughed until my sides ached at what I saw. There was our Milkman on the roof of his cart screaming for help! Patch was not in the least bit concerned as he was busy lapping up milk from broken milk bottles that crashed to the ground as the Milkman made a hasty retreat to his cart.

While I consoled the Milkman, our boys took Patch indoors. A neighbor casually mentioned to my husband that he saw Patch sitting on top of the wall each day. We could not believe that Patch could climb the wall. One day, the two of us watched him skirt up and sit on top of the wall. From that post, he had a birds-eye view of the goings-on in the neighborhood.

The best was yet to come. While walking out the gate, on my way to the bus stop one morning, Patch tried to follow me. I shooed him back into the yard. As my bus arrived, there was Patch, head cocked and tail wagging happily. He tried to follow me onto the bus. Once more, I chased him off and sat down, relieved. Now the bus driver began hooting furiously. I stood up to see what was happening. There was Patch, sitting in front of the bus, refusing to move. “Lady, you will have to get off the bus and take your dog home, please,” the driver was furious.

For about a week, all was calm with Patch, and I was hoping he had turned over a new leaf. No more chasing the Milkman, no more lying down in front of the bus.

But wait, better is yet to come. One Friday evening, as I returned home from work, I noticed a piece of clothing on the front lawn. Picking it up, I was shocked; it was a pair of black lace nickers! I was horrified, suspecting the worst of my sons.

I spoke to my husband about my find, and we agreed to have a stern talking to our two boys after supper.

We called them in and pointed to the pair of nickers on the coffee table. “What’s this all about then?” My husband asked, pointing to the underwear. My eldest stated, “Nothing to do with me, Dad.” The younger made a similar response.

“Right then, lads, since you have nothing better to say, you are gated until I get the truth.” The boys, with shoulders hung, were followed by Patch, tail between legs, left the room.

The next day, as I was cleaning the lounge, something caught my eye. It was Patch jumping down the wall from our neighbor’s side. He strutted across the lawn, proud as punch, with a pair of nickers in his mouth. I ran out front shouting at him. He darted around the back, like lightning, through the kitchen, upstairs to the bedrooms, and made his way under our eldest’s bed.

We all stood around the bed as the boys tried to persuade Patch to come out. We moved the bed finally. “Look at this, Mum,” our younger exclaimed.

Under the bed, was a collection of nickers and bra’s, with Patch standing protectively over them.

“Looks like we’ve found the culprit,” my husband offered sheepishly.

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