Blog 746 – 09.06.2017
Who It’s From

I saw for the third time on Labor Day the hauntingly beautiful film, Wind River. There are so many cold, cruel, yet encouraging and lovely lines and scenes in the movie. It begins with a Native American girl running as a stirring poem is recited by another young woman. This movie is to me mainly the tale of these two lovely and heroic young Native American girls and their fathers who love them and miss them terribly. And, yes, as many movies today the theme is violent and full of anger and revenge but even more it is a story of endurance, determination, with an even deeper message that love is never truly lost.

The girls are named Emily and Natalie and from childhood they were best friends. Their dads, one white, one red, find an undeniable bond in their shared loss and are some comfort to one another. The poem you hear in the beginning of the movie was written by Emily. She dies first and the circumstances of her death are never completely known, her killer neither nor brought to justice. In the middle of the investigation of Natalie’s death the young FBI agent, assigned the case, is in the home of Emily’s father reading a poem that he has framed on the walk. Proudly he tells her that the poem won Emily admission to a Wyoming University summer writing seminar. The agent lady asks, “Did she write it to you?” His movingly reply is, “It doesn’t matter who it’s to, just who it’s from.”

I feel that way about all creative art and hope my writing, speaking, singing, and teaching are always that. I share them and myself freely to all. That is I think the true nature of who we are. I can hear Luke Skywalker saying as I write these words, “Like my father before me…”
That is “Who it’s from” and that is what matters most. Like Hallmark, God, He/She, cared enough to send the very best and continues to do that each and every day in every way through and in each of us.

I encourage you to see Wind River and more than once. It will speak to your heart if you listen. It is the hope of every father/mother’s, every brother/sister’s heart as it is the Great Father/Mother’s heart, that we may recognize and respond to love’s message never doubting – who it’s from.

Your friend and fellow traveler,
Messenger,
David White