Blog 457 – 11.06.2016

When I was a small boy my mother used to read to me. I remember well a popular old poem originally from Scotland that she read. My mother was a Davidson and the Davidson clan in Scotland would have been proud to know that one of their daughters in the New World was teaching her boys words penned in the old land.

“Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town
Upstairs down stairs in his night gown
Crying at the windows crying through the locks
‘Are the children in their beds for it’s now eight o’clock?'”

I do remember protesting that eight o’clock was too early for bedtime but for some years now I am lucky to make it passed that time before I crash for the evening. I am up by three most mornings to work on my blog for the day. I polish and polish until it as shiny as I think I can get it before I launch each one out into the wide world. I see my writings like notes in a bottles cast into the sea with the hope someone will read them and be encouraged. My three pronged aim is to entertain you, to get you thinking, but mostly to encourage you that you are loved, that you are not alone, and that you hold the keys to your own health, wealth, and happiness in your thoughts, in your own words, and in your own actions.

I am giving you the very best of me and I hope to make a positive difference in the lives of all those who receive my daily notes in a bottle and read them. I have written before that to me writing is a very audacious endeavor, risky, and full or effort with no promises. Someone has said if you can do anything else you should do that. Well, this is what I came here to do and the reason I know that is true is because I cannot imagine doing anything else. Nothing makes me happier than writting a well crafted phrase. Even when it seems beyond my reach it is still great practice. If doctors can practice medicine and lawyers practice law I can practice communicating – speaking, writing, and singing till I get it right.

“A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold.” And whether the person who chose those words meant taste or treasure both are true and often inspire the highest praise a writer, speaker, or singer can ever hope for, “I wish I had said that.” You have heard of the success of the early bird. I am not after the early worm but the early word.

Your friend and fellow traveler,
David White