Yesterday morning & today, we were seriously snowed in here in Western SD… so I’ve been sitting in my office/studio looking out my window watching the snow come down. It’s lovely in a lot of ways… and the rhythm of the snow falling has a way of causing my memory to drift to a simpler time.

I am not sure why I revert so often to my dad… or the memories of my dad… but I just do…

Anyway… I found myself drifting off into the memories of watching my dad build kites from newspaper and wood. I was about 5 years old at the time… and my dad would sit me on a chair in the kitchen as he would cut balsa wood, string and newspaper… eventually forming a kite that was meant to soar!

Back then we didn’t have electronics to occupy out time… it didn’t take much to entertain ourselves… do you remember such times too?

Well… once the kite was done, my dad and I would head out into the backyard and ready the kite for flight!

Once the kite was airborne I would sit next to my dad and watch the kite dance upon the wind!

It was during such times my dad would speak into my life and being and I’ll forget him saying these words… “Ken, you are meant to soar… you are made to dance upon the wind!’ He would continue… “Ken… whatever you want to do in life, you can do it! The only limitations you’ll ever experience are the limitations you place upon yourself!”

So yesterday… as I remembered… as I considered… I simply wrote another piece in memory of dad. *misty eyed*

It is called “You were meant to soar.”

I recorded late into the night… into the quiet hours…