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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