In contemplating the recent Spirit Cloth workshop I am participating in (What If Diaries) which is going to begin with "whispering white," while gathering my white linens and cloths, I reflect upon one of my favorite poems for inspiration:
"There is Nothing in the World more Beautiful...
... than the forest clothed to its very hollows in snow.
It is the still ecstasy of nature, wherein every spray,
every blade of grass, every spire of reed,
every intricacy of twig,
is clad with radiance.”
William Sharp - Scottish Poet
Whispering white. Whispering white. Whispering white.
Yes. Whispering white.