Jason White
Jason White is a father, a grandfather, knowledge seeker and sharer. Jason is the owner of Growth Positive Consulting where he puts his fundraising and management skills to great use. He is a writer, a woodworker, and a philanthropist.
Give Them a Safe Home
Give them a safe home, give them a healthy place to lay their heads. Happiness is the result of having a place to rejuvenate.
Jason WhitePublished 18 days ago in Poets
They Rescued Me
I can't remember a time as a child when my family didn't have a dog. Sometimes more than one. The companionship one gets from a dog is something beyond compare. In our home I was taught to love our animals, that I had a responsibility to them; they didn't choose us, we chose them. This kind of lesson is one that is priceless and everlasting. After my parents divorced my family no longer had a pet dog, mostly because my stepfather liked cats so that's what we had.
Jason WhitePublished 18 days ago in PetlifeTraces of Her
There are so many traces of her scattered in every corner, everywhere I look she is there. She has lingered for oh so long,
Jason WhitePublished 18 days ago in PoetsWhat is Your Value Add?
The importance of adding value to a business or service is undeniable. Entrepreneurs can miss the fact that achieving a sale on the product or service they provide is the result of reaching the end of a journey. That journey is not solely transactional, it is more a conversation. A dance, perhaps.
Jason WhitePublished 18 days ago in HumansHer Dark Beauty
There was a darkness to her. Not an evil darkness, but a darkness all the same. A darkness that made a little uneasy. Not the uneasy which gives way to death, or something horrible to occur. The kind of uneasy that excites his soul. The kind of uneasy that makes him feel alive. The kind of uneasy that knows, she could be the one. Fear struck him. Not the kind of debilitating fear that consumes all life, but the kind of fear that knows she is right. He looks for an undeniable message. Is she the one? As he lights his sage to clear the air, to clear his mind as to concentrate of the question he wishes to know. But to clear his mind would mean he couldn't see her anymore. The skin he wished to touch. The lips he wished to kiss. The color of her hair illuminating his way during those lonely days. He could not think straight, with her stuck in his head. He needed to do something, he needed to do the right thing. But without clarity, he couldn't say what the right thing was. Would he tell her of his feelings, or would he simply let it go? Only if, he could connect to the divine. Only if he knew of which path, she walked. Only if. There were too many only ifs. So, he would choose the safest route. He would choose to ignore his feelings. She would never know his thoughts.
Jason WhitePublished 28 days ago in PoetsSlip Me Into A Coma
Slip me into a coma. Take me away from this love affair I’ve been having with pain. Stop me from existing in this bloody reality.
Jason WhitePublished about a month ago in PoetsThe Elemental War
The Waters rush in. The war between man and nature is coming to an end. The culmination of many hard years, it was suspected,
Jason WhitePublished about a month ago in PoetsThe War Rages On
The sinners are more worthy than the saints When the lights fade, I feel most safe When the low life wake And the untrustworthy rest
Jason WhitePublished about a month ago in Poets
