When the deep purple falls
over sleepy garden walls
and the stars begin to twinkle in the sky
in the mist of a memory, you wander on back to me
breathing my name with a sigh.
I’ve been lost in reverie for the past week—thinking about the sacred, spiritual, healing color purple. As election returns were coming in last Tuesday night, commentators were talking about reds and blues combining into different shades of purple. Maps ranged from lavender—where 80% or more of the population is white—to deep purple where whites equal 50% or less. When all was said and done, the win resulted from the deep purple vote. The white male in America has clearly met his match.