I loved this passage from Osho

I really liked this passage from Osho on compassion, especially the part about love.  Love is unbound, unchained, unconditional given freely with no contract or expectation as a return, nothing to prop the ego, given even though nothing comes back and despite negativity.  Only then is it love and not as Kant says ‘to use others as a means’.

To all my children, know that I love you.

What is Compassion? – Osho

Summer Holiday Thoughts

I remember when the schools would break up and I’d collect you both from school, very excited to be facing those long six weeks away from school.  We’d try to fit something in most days when I had leave from work, beach, fishing, kite flying, trips off etc.  Then there were times when we went abroad trips in the camper and camping.  Fun days so I expect you will be looking forward now to the break but perhaps not doing what we did then as you are so much older now.  In any event I hope you enjoy whatever it is you have planned and come back refreshed for your new challenges having both left school now you’re 16 and 18.  My thoughts will be with you as always, all my love, Dad.

 

Summer Kite Flying Thoughts

Do you both remember when we used to go kite flying at Allonby?  You had a yellow kite with a huge long tail Mogs, that you got the hang of and yours was a stunt kite Kee, that was a bit more difficult to handle and used to come crashing down.  I would go back and forward between you both, getting them airborne again.  Don’t know what happened to the yellow kite but I still have the stunt kite whenever you fancy flying it again.  We would finish with an ice cream from Twentymens just to round things off on those hot and windy days.  xx

Fathers Day thoughts

With love to all my children on Fathers Day, Jordan, Declan, Keenan, Morgan, Rosa and Pip, you are the joy of being a Father.  I’d like to dedicate the following to you:

On Children
 Kahlil Gibran

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.

Marianna, Kahlil's Sister