happy father’s day to all the dads and father figures out there. you matter.

it’s something i haven’t directly experienced, yet, but i have had the opportunity to grow through situations where the littles are already there from a past, failed relationship, or several. terrifying, but life affirming, and i know there’s a lot i’ve missed out on.

i have always taken the (perhaps strange) perspective of considering the human collective my responsibility… whatever that means. the two perspectives are nothing alike, especially when one of these precious little beings sits on your lap and says they love you. time stops, all noise is moot, this is no joke.

life always provides us catalysts for change and growth, usually when we’re not ready for them.

while the nuclear family may largely have gone the way of the dodo, with the whole mess of custody and visitation rights and the utter nonsense of power struggle genetic contributors battle through, don’t forget what it’s all about.

wherever you may find yourself, the child is listening, learning, modelling, observing – how you deal with the insanity life can throw at you, how you form relationships, how you make ends meet, how you pick yourself up, and how you fall in love… again.

we are first and foremost guardians and parents to the child within. we can put on brave faces, and press on, but kids aren’t stupid, especially our fundamental core selves. so the practice of vulnerability, openness and authenticity is paramount.

this generation and the next are especially responsive, being of higher vibration and sensitivity… don’t play games. remember how our parents tried that? clusterfuck.

we’re riding an epic wavefront, establishing the parameters for what’s to come, unloading what has been, and transmuting what no longer works. feel that to your core. more substance, less bullshit.

if you’re a father, be one.

solvitur ambulando