Everything is NOT white

Everything isn't white. Isn't white the absence of all color? I have LOTS of shades of colors in my place. My favorite color is actually pink, but if you ask the kids they'll tell you white! I like the natural shades - they're natural. White is so... Ivory Soap - it's 99 44/100 % pure...clean. It floats like those white puffy clouds that remind me of a summer day in Iowa as a kid, hanging out on the farm feeding the animals. The sheets blowing in the wind, knowing when you put them back on the bed you cannot wait to climb in and smell the freshness. You sleep better! White towels to dry off on after taking a bath makes me feel clean. Hey, I use pink soap. I like white pearl earrings, as they make me feel worthy. I think of the oyster (who has a white shell, doesn't it?) who works really hard at this irritation to create this beautiful white sphere. I have pinks, greens, blues and lavenders throughout my things. I love how the white shows them off. Ever notice how striking a little ivy plant looks when it's on a white shelf? It shines out LIFE. White is not death. It doesn't begin to even touch death. If you have to give a color to stress, unhappiness, cancer - what color would it be? For me, it's dark. Sometimes it was black - like a deep hole you are surrounded by...and off in the distance is the white - "come this way." I know of the times in my life when I was unhappy and stressed and things felt out of my control to change. I realized, like that oyster that I could end up with something wonderful if I worked to get out of the darkness. Cancer has some really dark spots in it and if you think about it too much you might sink deeper and deeper inside. I think it was at this time when I really started to pull more white into my life. I painted my bedroom furniture white - to go with my white sheets and pillows. I think for as long as I was in bed I needed to be surrounded by pureness, cleanness. I felt dirty inside, and there isn't anything really clean about how you feel. Yes, I like white. It's a breath of fresh air. I did have white car a while back, but it was totalled in an accident. I got a sapphire one - birthstone, why not? Then a champagne color...little insightful on myself. Funny - my current car is called "Storm Gray" and for the first month of having the new car it rained every day! Ah...it was also the time when I received my cancer diagnosis, too. I've kept telling myself that I'm going to trade it when it's paid off. Will be my 5-year mark of being cancer free. Guilty of thinking, "My next car is going to be the pearlized white!" Go figure, huh? At this point I'm not sure what I will do, but I'm working on the white slip covers for my couch - the kind that might remind you of a marshmallow...that you can sink into it's comfort. I have s deep sage green recliner that reminds me of the forest, peaceful, natural, soothing. I have a fair amount of crystal or glassware. Whether it's my apothecary jars filled with dried white roses with a strand of pearls in it, or the cut crystal decanter full of white and cream antique buttons, or my Swarvoski crystal rose, like me, has been broken but still shines. I don't mind being transparent. I don't mind being clean. I don't mind shining. Now days, when I look in the mirror I even like my reflection. I don't see the dark side. I don't see the unhappiness. I don't see cancer. Hey...I even see my white scar, my badge of honor.