Sunday, February 12, 2006
It's snowing outside...here
I woke up early this morning. It was 7:30 am and I woke up with a jolt. I heard an explosion in my dream and then a loud bang in my head. When I opened my eyes I thought that maybe my heart had exploded and I was on my way out...it was an awful way to wake up! I looked around to gather up as many memories as I could to take with me...you know, just in case you can take memories to the other side. I saw my phone blinking...I had voicemail messages from last night. I checked them and realized I was okay. I laid there for a while...there was a weird color in my bedroom. I thought it was raining outside, but I didn't hear any raindrops, so I got up and walked over to the window, I pulled back the shades, I opened the blinds, and I saw snow...Snow...the first white that I've been happy to see in a very long time...my snow. It made me miss home.
At home, the snow could fall and cover the dirty grime and grind of the city under a peaceful still. Early in the morning, after the snow had fallen throughout the night, if you look outside, you can see calm. No one has disturbed it yet. The snow hasn't been turned into the white that I see on the television or the white in the government or the white that killed my grandfather or the white that brainwashed my family or the white that stole, beat, used, abused, disrespected, and then banished my ancestors...no, the snow hasn't turned into that beast yet...it still lies there...quiet, calm, peaceful...When I was a child, I used to think to myself, "Self, wouldn't it be great if snow could be different shades of brown and black? Then it could be even more beautiful...it would look like us..." Interestingly enough, after the snow had been walked on, thrown, driven on, beat up, chemicalized, and the like...it looks black...it looks beaten...it doesn't look like the different shades of brown and black that I imagined...it looks like it fell victim to someone else's devices and ways....
Well, this morning it was snowing outside and I was happy it didn't stick. The white didn't stick and the earth was still green, different shades of brown, and black...the earth still looked like life and that made me happy...although, I do miss the snow that I remembered from my childhood...untainted, calm, quiet, peaceful, and without the ugliness of other's devices...
At home, the snow could fall and cover the dirty grime and grind of the city under a peaceful still. Early in the morning, after the snow had fallen throughout the night, if you look outside, you can see calm. No one has disturbed it yet. The snow hasn't been turned into the white that I see on the television or the white in the government or the white that killed my grandfather or the white that brainwashed my family or the white that stole, beat, used, abused, disrespected, and then banished my ancestors...no, the snow hasn't turned into that beast yet...it still lies there...quiet, calm, peaceful...When I was a child, I used to think to myself, "Self, wouldn't it be great if snow could be different shades of brown and black? Then it could be even more beautiful...it would look like us..." Interestingly enough, after the snow had been walked on, thrown, driven on, beat up, chemicalized, and the like...it looks black...it looks beaten...it doesn't look like the different shades of brown and black that I imagined...it looks like it fell victim to someone else's devices and ways....
Well, this morning it was snowing outside and I was happy it didn't stick. The white didn't stick and the earth was still green, different shades of brown, and black...the earth still looked like life and that made me happy...although, I do miss the snow that I remembered from my childhood...untainted, calm, quiet, peaceful, and without the ugliness of other's devices...
# posted by The Funky Fly Fresh Goddess @ 8:19 AM 
