Gosh, it’s been a good long while since I’ve been here. But I’ve been away for 30+ days planting seeds. As is tradition, my father and my family spent Good Friday planting the garden. It is our special tradition and each year with my father, who is 93, is more and more special to me. After the garden is planted, each week my father and I talk about the garden and he asks “what’s up this week?”, meaning what seeds have opened up and grown into young plants popping above the soil. He guides me on what to do along the way. When to water more, when to add fertilizer, to make sure the weeds are pulled. And eventually, the seeds will burst through with baskets of harvested vegetables.
Likewise, my DST sisters and I have spent the past 30+ days planting seeds of Scholarship, Service and Sisterhood. We were sequestered away with 46 young ladies seeking to become members of our glorious Sisterhood, Delta Sigma Theta Sorority, Inc. We spent each evening preparing the soil, planting the seeds, adding the fertilizer, and watering. And now we wait with great expectation as they become mature in Delta bearing the fruit of public service. To those of us who planted, we have an ongoing responsibility to continue to nature them. We must continue to water, to pull the weeds that attempt to choke them, and to fertilize their spirit along the way.
To the 46 Melodies of Fortitude, welcome to Delta Land! We look forward, with great expectation, to the fruit of Scholarship, Service, and Sisterhood that you will bear. And we will walk along with you in preparing the way.
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