Today I look out my window
And on the sill a white hyacinth blooms
Forced before its time to offer hope
Of springtime yet to come.
Beyond the sill and pane
Lay mounds of crystal snow
Swirling from a winter squall
And settling on the pregnant land.
Who am I to question winter’s aim?
I force bulbs of spring to evoke a future time
And the white beyond calls me
To the presence of this season.
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Earlier this year I wrote about white space and how my thinking of this concept has called me to create space beyond work and obligation. I am always thinking about the next step. What comes next and what needs to be done now. And this fast thinking can stop me from noticing and embracing the present.
This small moment for me was a gift. A moment. A gift of acknowledging the now. Winter seems to be a season that is total white space. White is the color produced by reflection. Winter harbors time and is a season of slowing down and reflecting. Its white space invites me to pause.