There is something mesmerising about each layer of snow, the way they compact and hold together on each uniquely crafted branch with adhesive icicles . . . . . . Fascinating. . .
Today I climbed a mountain, the air was crisp and the pathway strewn with footprints of many walkers each treading the path that lay before my trudging boots. Judging by the depths of the varying indents, the size and stature of those that previously walked the blizzard like snow, varied immensely.
I’m sat waiting for the rice to finish cooking, it’s part of a delicious dish I’m cooking, judging by the aroma that the slaughtered chicken is producing, now that the fleshy morsels have been dusted with herbs, it’s going to be delightful. . .
The other day I sat chatting with a few mates, and the topic of discussion was, ‘What is a Real Man!’
It was quite a straight forward question but the conversation seemed to be stuck in a groove of uncertainty.
You could sense the unease, you could see beads of perspiration forming on foreheads, it was as if the question was too dangerous to handle. . .
I love the way the ice wrestles with the liquid, striving to stay alive, yet with every second its life is squeezed from it.
. . .’mesmerising!’. . .
I don’t actually love Pepsi!, it’s just the word I use to say “hey I like that!” It’s strange how the word ‘love’ has been stripped of its meaning, that, in most cases, it’s just a word of convenience!
“I love my new shoes!”. . .”I love my Sunday roast!”. . .”I love my bowl of porridge!”. . .”I love my toothpaste’!”. . .
How did this happen I wonder! You-see, there must have been a time when the word ‘love’ was used to mean something deeper!. . .
What if. . .
What if we were only allowed to use the word Love for its true meaning, I wonder how many times we would actually use the word!
Im sat consuming a coffee and a little piece of chocolate in a busy deli-eatery.
The chocolate I am consuming is an easter egg reduced to half-price by a shop who’s marketing strategy failed to maximise revenue from the crucifixion.
There is a young boy, no older than 6 years of age sat at a table close to where I am located. He is sat with his father and is striving to engage him in child like activity, in a historical game derived from the nursery rhyme ‘pat-a-cake’. He is persistently wrestling with the clasped hands of his father trying to pry them apart for play.
To all dads who have dedicated time, finances and emotional support to their children, we want to say ‘Happy Fathers Day’ and to encourage you to never give up.
When the sun is bright and the kids are a joy to be with, when your heart aches to be with them, embrace every moment, enjoy every decibel of laughter, memorise every smile that your children deliver, and receive every embrace that they offer.
And, when times are difficult, and the cash is scarce, dig deep into your emotional vaults, and remember that your children still need you, your children still love you and they are counting on you.
In the hardest of times remember, your stronger than you know, and loved more than your children can express, you are their world and their support… your the one shaping, moulding, teaching and leading them.
And fathers of youths and young men and women, your still needed your still wanted and your encouragement still treasured.
Enjoy, embrace, and treasure your role as a Father. . .
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