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The Way Of Being

My Daddy was a quiet man with a silence that was void of sounds; yet, you could feel a powerful and profound essence within him.  It was like seeing the ocean on a clam night with the moon and the stars reflecting in the water.  You knew you were feeling the wisdom of the universe; nonetheless, its silence was loud, the knowledge was so penetrating it would pierce your heart and you could feel it deep within you.  You understood the way of being with Daddy.  You felt a certain way around him, safe totally without fear.  You knew that you were loved and that you could intrude into that silence to ask even the simplest questions without feeling anxious.

He would always ponder before he would answer a question.  He loved to walk the perimeter of our fields, and it could take several rounds before you would get an answer.  Then his face would light up with that smile of his, and in a voice soft with caring, he would in a few words give you your answer.  Often, he would ask what you thought or what would you do.  If he wanted you to find the answer yourself, he would say “It is just the way of being, the way things are.”  That was my clue to investigate, ask more questions, read my books and ask other people.  Days later as we walked the field together, he would ask me if I got my answer.  He would have a great big smile, put his hand on my shoulder, and say well done.  We walked the rest of the way in silence listening to the sounds of being.

He taught me that we give quietly, help without expectation, and always have a cool bucket of water by the well for the dusty traveler.

I guess you would say Daddy was an introvert; yet, he loved one-on-one time with people.  He gave back as if his generosity and caring was boundless.  Back then it wasn’t about money.  If someone needed a car fixed or food for their table, he willingly was there to help.  He would work from daybreak until early evening then go help a neighbor take in tobacco until nightfall.  From Daddy, I learned a way of being that would stay with me for a lifetime.  He taught me that we give quietly, help without expectation, and always have a cool bucket of water by the well for the dusty traveler.  He would say that’s who we are and what we do.  It is the way of being in our family.

Point Of View

My Father was a carpenter by trade and he always said that what we learned in life was a tool that we now had to put in our life’s toolbelt.  With these tools, we could fix things, demolish things, and his hope would be that I would create things.

Some of the old tools work so much better than the new tools; and yet, we need to keep finding new tools.  The way of being is ever growing, ever changing, and our way of being is not one way but an accumulation of many ways.  We often ask why we are the way we are.  The simple answer is we are where we came from, who influenced us, and what we learned from our journey.

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Larry Tyler
Larry Tyler
Awaken the possibilities … then unleash them. After 55 years of successful retail management, I have returned to my passion of writing. I write Poetry, Storytelling, and Short Stories. As a child, I grew up on front porch storytelling. I would sit and listen to my Dad and his brothers tell these great stories that were captivating, and I always wanted to hear more. I wanted to experience the things they talked about. I started writing at a young age and reading everything I could get my hands on. At twelve years old I started a storytelling group and several of my friends became writers or poets. At 16 I hopped box cars and worked the tobacco fields, orange groves, picked cotton, and spent many nights around a campfire listing to life stories. Someone once asked me why I wrote. It consumes an amazing amount of time and I assure you it is not going to make me rich. I write so that my children can touch and feel my words telling of the ones that came before us and the stories they told me. These are the chronicles of our family and even though they come from my childhood memories and are deeply rooted in a child’s remembrance at least they may feel what it was like in the time before them and cherish the things the elders left behind. I am a Columnist & Featured Contributor, BIZCATALYST360 and I have The Writers Café, a group on LinkedIn that features Poets, Writers, Artists, Photographers, and Musicians . On Facebook I have two groups and one page; Dirt Road Storytelling, From Abandoned To Rescue Dogs And Cats, and About Life, Love And Living. As writers, it is true that we honestly do not know what we hold within us until we unleash it. When our words inspire others only then will inspiration return to the writer. I will spend my twilight years in search of the next story, the next poem, and the next image. I will take the time to enjoy my Wife, our Dogs, and Cats, and our amazing new home and I will always find the time to walk down a dirt road I truly hope is that I never have to read another book on Leadership, be on a conference call or see another plan o gram as these were the tool for what I did in life and not about who I am.

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  1. A masterstroke of Genius; an incredible human being; a simplistic perfectionist, and a true parent that bequeathed to you, Dear Larry Sir, an inexhaustible treasure of wisdom! This legacy leaves you not just a wise man, but also a Beacon of Hope for those looking up to you when the going gets tough.

    Grace be Upon the Departed Soul, in All Its Glory, Amen!

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