No White Wash, by Eym

Winter beds down the earth. Its plush blanket white floats and fills like down. Brilliance from sunshine may launch a startle to the eyes. Snow lives its life unchanged from chill and fall to warm and soak. Never withholds, this white of winter, from anything below its deep wide mother sky. It gives with total acceptance. Though we name it purist white, this blanket symphony requires myriad colors.

Forest rich and green, skies so blue or gray or white gleam back from the face of a lake. Water clear contributes not one color of its own. Water as snow made crisp in cold a color cannot own. From afar our blue marble earth rests on vast dark sand. Soaring down to more closely perceive, the peoples are no more white than snow. Like water of lake or winter’s crystal the flow of humankind reflects all color and cultures.

In the storm of snow the fluff of human bias or opinion evaporates into the bracing breeze. Only silly ice in thinking prevents the wholeness of peace. If colors appearing this winter seem only white, the ice of ignorance has formed a path so slippery and so thin.

A holy and diverse yet common love connects us one to another. The colors of winter subtle and true remain the reflection of the whole in all our sacred lovely earth. Winter water widely nourishes all the earth and all the creatures as one.

© Dec 2016

About the Author

A native of Colorado, Eydie followed her Dad to the work bench to develop a love of using tools, building things and solving problems. Her Mother supported her talents in the arts. She sang her first solo at age 8. Childhood memories include playing cowboy with a real horse in the great outdoors. Professional involvements have included music, teaching, human services, and being a helper and handy woman. Her writing reflects her sixties identity and a noted fascination with nature, people. and human causes. For Eydie, life is deep and joyous, ever challenging and so much fun.