Tools of the soul.

Dad, I think about you and the way you loved me and the life lessons you taught me and it always makes me contemplate how it was that you knew what I would need...


When I was little you were so proud of me never critical - you applauded my every effort and that gave me confidence


When I was older I wanted freedom and you gave it to me, you never discouraged me because I had a wanderlust, instead you followed me to wish me well and join me in my travels. You always made sure I knew I could come home- by this, you gave me wings to fly


As time went on I made mistakes, some small and some not so small- yet you loved me just the same even when I had not listened to you and made a mess of things you opened your door and welcomed me. Sometimes I couldn't even understand how you could help me... again. By this, you showed me compassion and forgiveness


You taught me generosity by the example of your life in everything you did


A divine voice must have spoken to you to let you know of the tools of the soul that I would need to make it through.  You packed my bag with compassion, confidence and the ability to pass on the wisdom


and finally dad, somehow generosity continues in spite of my circumstances and I can only believe that its because you were right when you told me so many times that I would never want for anything if I gave freely to others.


Your wisdom is constantly revealed to me even now years after you left this earth