7 Lessons I learnt from my Father
Updated: Jan 21
It's my fathers' birthday today.
He would be 85.
Happy Birthday Dad!
I don't know what my life would have been like if my dad were still alive today. He passed on to the "other side" nearly 26 years now so I knew him for 19 years of my life.
What I do know is that his death had a major impact on the way I chose to live my life. In ways that make more sense as I grow older.
Last week, I realised just how much I have learnt from my father, and continue to learn, even in his absence.
Here are 7 lessons for you today - it's my gift to you in honour of his birthday!
1) The Power of Stories, Wit, Humour, Love and Laughter.
They were his medicine of choice. He always had funny stories to tell in a way that made us laugh. He was great company with an awe inspiring intelligence that was nimble and loving. Whether it was about the mischief he got up to as a child with his siblings growing up in West Cork; or his adventures in boarding school as a teenager; or of the life of his parents and previous generations. They always interested me.
I now continue the thread and pass these stories onto my children. His legacy lives on through us, his children and through story!
2) Appreciate Life.
Enjoy the journey through this life with the finite time we have here.
3) Breathe. Deeply.
We used to go on Sunday walks up the Dublin Mountains after mass. He would exclaim that we were all to breathe in the freshness of the pure mountain air. Open our arms and inhale deeply. He loved being outside. I breathe deeply in his honour!
4) Listen. Deeply.
5) The Power of Prayer.
Every night, he would diligently get down on both knees and pray by his bed. Head bowed, hands clasped in deep meditation. His spirituality radiated from him.
Any line of any song. It didn't matter! He would break into song spontaneously. I remember him through these songs!
7) Die gracefully.
He knew when it was his time to go. To leave his earthen body.
To let go, surrender and breathe his final breath.
Completing his life loop with that final exhale.
Surrounded by his family and extended family.
A beautiful and graceful way to go.
So, I ask you 3 questions:
Where has your path led you?
What new choices would you like to make in honour of your life and legacy?
What difference would this make?
Email me and let me know.
And when you would like to go further to explore where you choose to step next on your path into the transformation of your big dreams, then arrange a discovery call with me today by completing this short form.
I'd love to chat with you and guide you on your transformational path with all of my heart.
To you and your unique path,
PS: This photo was taken in Mizen Head, County Cork, almost on the most southerly point of Ireland. I'm in my fathers' arms, looking like I really want to get moving. Look at my little red shoes, very white socks, pudgy legs and bulky nappy! I wonder what we're looking at? My 2 sisters on either side, before little bro was born. My mum was behind the camera snapping the shot!
PPS: Would like to go further to explore where you choose to step next on your path into the transformation of your big dreams? Arrange a discovery call with me today by completing this short form.
Had I the heaven's embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light;
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
- The Cloths of Heaven. W. B. Yeats