My Core Beliefs

01.Treat people as you would want to be treated, 02.Mean what I say, say what I mean, 03.Integrity is the first line against lies, 04.To trust liars is worst than a fool, 05.Etiquette rules, being rude drools, 06.There’s only two realities; the truth, the lie, 07.Exercise free will, 08.Lead by example, 09.Never under estimate the power of denial, 10.A moment of silence is worth a lifetime of knowledge, 11.Life is simplicity no sense in complications, 12.All comes to those that wait, 13.Don’t interrupt a person talking, 14.There are only positive experiences, 15.There are no negative experiences, 16.Only negative experiences are those not learned from, 17.A wealth of knowledge is gleaned from just listening, 18.Experience learned is experience gained. Even from others, 19.Embrace all that is a part of me, 20.Temptation resisted is a true measure of character, 21.Ignore the evil, cherish truth, 22.Truth lives, lies die, 23.Deceit and despair start from within, 24.Coincidence(s) is/are someone’s idea of mere chance, 25.Life is all we really own, the rest just borrowed, 26.Life is precious make good use of it, 27.Give more in life, and happiness will follow, 28.Quality is equaled by quality given, 29.There are optional uses for everything, 30.A minimum of two options in all decisions, 31.Anything is possible, 32.Be on time or early for appointments, 33.Give examples instead of advice, 34.Observe not to repeat subject matter, 35.These words are absolutes; never, ever, wrong* and right* 36.I am only who I am, 37.Not who I am not [don’t be plastic], 38.More decisions in life are made incorrectly than correct one’s, 39.There is a touch of peace in each of us, 40.I am for love not the other, 41.A halo of ignorance is not bliss, 42.To dwell in the past makes a future difficult to progress into, 43.God is a concept used as a measure.

*Try using incorrect for wrong and correct for right

These are what and who I am and all about. They are as a code of honor is, valued highly and followed without deviation. An uncompromising core which has sustained me through life. Which will sustain me into my future.
Have you a list such as this?

Sheilah Say

A #3 Dream: Soaring

It was as where I stood, twilight. Like the little part
just minutes before all light fades to night. It wasn’t hard to see. Only all I saw was tinted  a washed out gray. There were trees, hills, brush, sky and clouds. With the first twinkling of evening stars. Looking in the opposite direction where the sun set. It already had faded to the night. So walking out onto what was an open meadow. After several steps my walking became slightly labored. I was starting up a an incline but could not see the top. The farther up the incline the steeper it was and walking was also more strenuous. Still I continued to walk up the incline. At one point I had to start leaning in. So my hands could be used now in climbing to the top. There wasn’t any out cropping of rock. Nor were any trees or brush in my path to hinder the climbing. It was all what seemed like grass with intermittent patches of dirt. On this now steeper and steeper slope. Pulling myself upward with my hands. While the feet stepped and planted me firmly. This was continued again and again. Until happening to glance up, there was the top. Only a few more feet and I would gain it. Closer now and planting my feet firmly under me. I grabbed a good hold on long grass. Then with one big effort propelled myself the last couple of feet to the top. Laying prone I slowly rouse to a standing position. Looking out before me all the sky had turned to night. The stars twinkled brightly as a few clouds floated lazily. Just then noticing where I was standing. The top was a long narrow dirt track. With one side sloped were I had climbed up. The other just inches from where I stood. Was a drop off and a very long way down. Turning I started walking along the dirt track. I wasn’t concerned at all with the drop. The twinkling of the stars had my attention. Each twinkle seemed to convey something, a message. I wasn’t sure but they were beautiful to look at. Not watching where I was going. Stumbling I fell towards the ground. To my surprise there was no ground just emptiness. Looking under and to the back of me found I had walked off the top. (Stumbling out over into a broad valley). There where I had walked off was the edge. My feet had not quite cleared it. Pushing off hard with my feet took me out further over the valley and straight down. Plummeting downward an up draft caught me and pushed me upward. Up and forward. I was soaring. Not flying but soaring on the up drafts and wind currents. As they pushed on me and leaning either to my right or left. That is the direction my body went. If I wanted to go up. All that needed to be done. Was to lift or raise my shoulders and head up. To go down, slightly tilting the head and pushing the body in that direction. Not only did I go downward but also my speed picked up. It was an amazing exhilaration to my senses. Being able to soar across the wide expanse of the valley. To go in whatever direction. Be able to soar in a cloud. Wait I said. Something was saying not to go very high. Perhaps it was the twinkle of the stars. That had sent me a warnings about going high. Whether the stars or my inner self I wasn’t about to ignore it. Swooping to the right then left. Soaring up and down at break neck speed. Coming inches from the valley and pulling up. I glided along inches above blades of grass. All that was necessary to stop. Was pull myself to a standing posture and put my leg out. Than step down as if stepping off a bottom stair. So I did. Looking around I could see dawn was breaking. Sparkles of yellow flowed out of the horizon. Inner mixed with soft reds and pale oranges. Trying to soar again I jumped up but nothing happened. Waking up to the morning sun I said aloud. I’ll have to do that again and started a new day.

Sheilah Say

We’re All Crazy

Importance of sanity is offset by the importance of insanity.

A # 9 Dream

 Where am I? There are trees to the left and a steep grassy slope on my right. Ahead of me in the far distance, people? Not sure. As I walk in that direction. The trees give way to an expanse of flat open grassy plains. With a meandering of streams crisscrossing. Closer now. No people just a three high rail timber fence.
Seemingly everywhere. Some of it boxed into corals. While a zigzag of fence here and there but not across my path. Suddenly fences end and a grassy slope lays in front of me. Now I see people at the bottom and small groups spread about. Hop, skip and stumbling to the bottom I am greeted. A short statured man asks, what's up? Before I spoke a hand grabs the back of my collar. Spins me around and says, don't speak here.

**INTERMISSION** Woke up to pee.

Back in bed I settle in under a warm blanket and fell into sleep. Now I am in a jumble of wrecked houses. Looking for something or someone. A voice calls out to me, over here. I arrive at the area from where I was called. It's the short statured man. He is excitedly pointing to the ground. No pointing to a sign or print perhaps. Running off he gestures for me to follow. When I catch up to him we're both confronted by a huge block stone wall. Walking the perimeter I was searching a way inside. Out of nowhere a whirl wind lifted me of the ground. Though the whirling winds were fierce throwing debris all about.
Where I sat it was calm, almost tranquil. Gently the winds set me down atop the stone wall. When standing the whole of the vista stretch to the distance horizon. Beautiful low rolling knolls. With grasses in hues of light blue-green to dark forest green. A smattering of trees and shrubs only broken by lazily following streams. By contrast the sky overhead was overcast with dark blackened clouds. Then, again I was lifted gently into the air and carried forward. Set down in what looked like the middle of a ghost town. I scanned the two story buildings which were on three sides of me. I gave particular attention to the windows. Some had bars others a small balcony and where a window was opened. A rainbow of colored curtains were furling in the breeze. Outwardly floated the colors up and over into another window. The splendid display of these floating rainbows of colors. Had me beginning to float along with them. Just then there was a tap on my shoulder. Turning in that direction there was my friend the short statured man. Smiling he said, the town is closed for a holiday. Before I could speak he was gone. Replaced with a crowd of people from side to side of the street coming ‘round the corner. As they came within a few yards of me. I was swept off the street into a doorway. Then through the door. Now I stood on a shoreline of a crystal clear lake. At the far end was a waterfall. Not just your average falls but a waterfalls of multiple colors. The spillway was a sky blue flowing down into a darker blue to hues of sea green, teal, aqua and ending at the lake in a frothy white foam.

Sheilah Say

A Special Day

March 10th is a special day. On this day in 1987 Sammy a Golden Retriever was born. From Megan and Rambo two champion canines. Sammy and his sister Josephine, also a champion, were the only two reds of a litter of ten. The rest, four males and four females were all blondes.
Sammy had an understanding vocabulary of 1,000+ words. He also knew when I was using profanity. Whether it was to him or someone else. He would just give several low soft growls. Sammy and I would go every where together. The front passenger seat, designated "shot gun" was his seat. When he was regulated to the rear seat. He'd voice a disapproval when laying down by letting a loud breathy grunt.
Otherwise his head be happily rested in my lap while I drove. Sammy and I did have a occasional problem to who was driving. He always entered the car from the right front door. Before I could get in to the drivers side. There he be sitting in the drivers seat. Chin resting atop the steering wheel looking towards the hood. Refusing to give the seat up. Sometimes a brief discussion issued. expounding the necessity of a valid license plus insurance. He'd acquiesce and seat shot gun. Though every once in awhile refuse to budget and start arguing with me. When push came to shove and me putting my shoulder into him. Then and sometimes not. Plop over to his side. With that low breathy grunt just as he laid down. Showing me disapproval.
Sammy has a lover of children especially those 5 and under. He instinctively knew these children needed him. And would gladly suffer poke, prods, pulls and pinches just to be with the children. Also big favorites was socks, rocks,swimming, swimming while chasing ducks, walking in the rain and through ever puddle. When no rain puddles were around. He'd find water from irrigation, car washing and other run-off. Being sure each paw had an equal amount of wetness on them. Than Sammy was happier and always look back to see if I'd be watching.

Sammy passed away December 18, 2000. He was, 13 years, 9 months and 8 days old when drawing his last breath.
I will Post a photo of Sammy soon.

Miss you Bones.

Sheilah Say