Saturday, June 7, 2014
A spotless discussion of white
The whole notion of white flashes back to mounds of snow, and a shiver slides down my spine recalling the piles and piles of it that I shoveled through only a few short months ago in the bitter cold. Today, the stretched-out clouds surrounded by a vivid blue sky connects me from earth to the wider universe. The warmer rays bring out my t-shirts and shorts. Joy abounds.
White is a color I disregard then. It certainly is not a favorite shade in my wardrobe, as I refuse to be bothered with pants or shirts that pick up dirt easily. The last time I swept my hand through the racks, I don't recall much in the line-up of white.
The symbolic purity of white, however, and its peacefulness from any other cultural distraction, is a notion that I mindfully do accept.