Blog 2504 – 09.03.2022

Sowing In Hope

We writers are farmers too, planting seeds we hope will grow

Though the fullness of that harvest we may never truly know.

Carefully we plant our seeds, often covering the same ground

Knowing someday the fruit of our labors will certainly abound.

I have been sowing seed and encouraging words since I first learned to talk or to write. As a young boy in middle school, I took one semester of typing where I might have learned to type faster if I had not used most of the class practice time composing love poems. After class I folded and slipped those typed love notes into the locker of a lovely little girl who lived a couple of blocks down the street from me. I typed before and after my rhymes: “To: Jan Rider” and “From: Your Secret Admirer.” I was too shy to type my name and I thought my secret was safe. Silly boy. Everybody knew. They could read it on my face. And not only that Jan shared those poems with the girl who lived across the street from her, same age as us, Becky Sue Brogdon. My words touched Becky’s heart more than they did Jan’s and by the Spring of my last year in middle school those seeds sprang up into the first flowers of young love. I found my voice and a melody to go with my rhymes. The songs, the hugs and the kisses that I held in my heart for Jan found a welcome place in Becky’s heart. And though we were only together a few months, the echoes of that love song have lasted a lifetime. My sweet Becky Sue passed just a couple of weeks before her birthday last month.

It is becoming ever more likely that I will also outlive my wife of thirty-three years, Linda Lee Stokes. From the seeds of our love many wonderful flowers have grown. One of the most precious being our thirty-two year old son, Jonathan David James Wallace White.

Some years ago, I came into possession of some very powerful words, seeds, that I endeavor to plant in as many hearts and minds as possible:

“I am so glad and grateful that everything that I could ever want or need is already mine and coming to me at just the right time and in just the right way from my loving and infinite source.”

Did I tell you that as a boy I sold flower seeds and that my prize for selling so many was a canvas Boy Scout styled backpack?

Your friend and fellow traveler,

David White

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