Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Into White

Into White

We thought the snows of winter had completely disappeared, but we were wrong.
As we dreamt around the fire, wrapped up tightly in our thoughts, the snowflakes were gathered up from their wet melted state by the bushels and boatloads, the hampers and crates. For weeks and a day Mother Nature turned them over in her celadon hands, commissioning the angels to wash them clean, to flute their edges like bridal gown silk. Now thusly refashioned, all over town, the white snows of winter have reappeared on the pear trees, copious, fluffy and clean, the passementerie of angels, the first sign of Spring.

And I, who always send flowers of white to honour the dead, have heard the great empty silence from far over the oceans as thousands of souls rose up through white clouds.
So I plant white allyssum in planters and windowboxes.
They spill over the stone.
Their fragrance floats on the afternoon air.
With a delicate beauty, they are flowers brave enough to weather all the cold yet to come - each blossom a prayer, each petal a remembrance.

I thought when I was old enough I would understand more, thought the candles on my birthday cake would signify a wisdom denied to the young.
But there are mysteries more enormous and questions more complex than I could ever have imagined when placing my hope in the breadth of my years.
So I plant and I pray, and hold hands with the earth.
As the world turns into white.

Image above - Spring Landscape by Linkoku (1517-1618)


  1. Beautiful written.
    I can't think of an answer on why?
    This is such a loss...
    My prayers goes out to the people of Japan and all their loved ones.
    Love from Holland, Joni

  2. Oh Pamela. This tribute brought fresh tears to my eyes. My heart goes out to the people of Japan. May they find peace.

  3. Beautiful Pamela...planting white flowers is a touching way to honor and remember the precious souls that were lost.
    xo J~

  4. Beautiful tribute, thank you for sharing.


  5. I pray for the people of Japan. This is devastating to their beautiful spirit for life.

  6. Hello Pamela

    Lovely post! My thoughts and prayers are with the people of Japan.

    Tracy :)

  7. Your words connect and lift me...

  8. You could not have said it any better Pamela..beautiful sentiments.

    Jeanne xx

  9. Such sad days as we pray for Japan.


  10. My gosh but Linkoku lived a long life way back in the 16th and 17th centuries.

    I'm surprised you've having so much snow in "the American Southland," and the fact that you are makes me think you must live in the Appalachians.

  11. Your tribute here is soft and tender, Pamela, and it rises like a prayer for Japan. Thank you.

  12. Yes, what a cruel spring for Japan. It is heartbreaking.

    You have such poetic gifts, Pamela.

  13. I enjoy your words so much..thank you for sharing. XO Colette ~ Afrique du Sud

  14. All our thoughts are turned to Japan Pamela - and I think particularly to the children.

  15. Words fail me....but your words are perfect Pamela...xv

  16. Beautiful words Pamela. So apt and perfect for a very tragic situation. None of us can ever imagine what a person suffers when their home, family and lives are swept away. Their loss is unimaginable.

  17. Beautiful post, I smell the allyssum through the smoke and muddy earth scented air here at RavenWood.

  18. Japan...we all pray for Japan, white flowers and Sakura for them, also in my blog.

    Your words are beautiful Pamela.

    Tahnk you, so much.

  19. Pamela,
    You always have a way of saying so beautifully what most of us simply can not.

  20. Gorgeous screen! I’m pleased to see a beautiful image from Japan as tragedy is so imprinted on my brain. Thanks for getting the word out about giving to Red Cross. We are donating too.

  21. Your post reminded me of an excerpt fromThe Beauty of Death by Kahlil Gibran:

    Take from me all earthly raiment and place me deep in my
    Mother Earth; and place me with care upon my mother's breast.
    Cover me with soft earth, and let each handful be mixed
    With seeds of jasmine, lilies and myrtle; and when they
    Grow above me, and thrive on my body's element they will
    Breathe the fragrance of my heart into space;
    And reveal even to the sun the secret of my peace;
    And sail with the breeze and comfort the wayfarer.

  22. Pamela those panels are wonderful, and the prose so poignant.

    You always seem to know what to put together!

    Come and enter my just in time for Spring Giveaway!

    Art by Karena

  23. have made me cry. Grave moments...and you have created beauty with your thoughts.

  24. Dear Pamela, sorry to repeat the same comment. All I can say is beautiful xx


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