Feathers and the Holy Snow Disk
Over these last few months I have learned much from the Holy Snow Disk. I have learned to cherish simplicity and to respect its power. I've come to understand that bold, bright color can be used with subtlety as well as with assertiveness. I've gained new appreciation for the nuance of composition and I've discovered that color is not just one facet of the palette but an element in its own right. I've learned that the name of a thing doesn't define the thing.
It's summer now. Logically, the snow disk ought to be hung back up in the garage, gathering dust and cobwebs, awaiting the next winter. Instead, it stands in a corner beside my doorway. I walk by it several times a day. It serves as a constant reminder of the things I've learned and the things I've yet to learn. It is my catechism and my koan, it's my mezuzah. It is the Holy Snow Disk.