As I prepared to write this morning I noticed that in a room full of windows, with darkness outside and my sunlamp inside, I am reflected around the room. There I am typing, hair pulled high and crazy from slumber, in the large picture window. And there I am again in the skylights overhead. Yesterday was a day of reflections too as I entertained an infant by playing peekaboo with her in the mirrors of her home and exploring the softer reflections of herself in the oven door, microwave door, and even the powered off television. It is fun to see her get so excited to see the beautiful baby in the mirror. It is fun to watch her as she studies it as they both move. I tried to remember if I once even looked at myself in the mirror yesterday. I only recall watching her. I don't even recall looking in the mirror to get ready in the morning, though surely at some point I did. When did we forget to be enthralled with our reflection? Was it when life's demands began taking more of our time or did we somehow fall out of love with the face in the mirror? Is it vain to play with our reflection?
Today I am grateful for the reminders of a child. I'm grateful to look at my reflection in the glass, wrapped in a blanket with my hair going this way and that, and love the woman I see. I'm grateful for the reflections of a child full of wonder. I'm grateful to rekindle some of that mystery and intrigue for the woman in the mirror. Who is she that she has been through so much, yet smiles back at me so brightly? I'm grateful for that light. I'm grateful for the tender heart behind the image. I'm grateful to be the body that carries her.
Who do you see in your reflection? Do you still see the love and beauty in the image in the mirror? May your heart be renewed and your eyes reopened by the reflections of your own inner child. Have a beautiful day!
Today I am grateful for the reminders of a child. I'm grateful to look at my reflection in the glass, wrapped in a blanket with my hair going this way and that, and love the woman I see. I'm grateful for the reflections of a child full of wonder. I'm grateful to rekindle some of that mystery and intrigue for the woman in the mirror. Who is she that she has been through so much, yet smiles back at me so brightly? I'm grateful for that light. I'm grateful for the tender heart behind the image. I'm grateful to be the body that carries her.
Who do you see in your reflection? Do you still see the love and beauty in the image in the mirror? May your heart be renewed and your eyes reopened by the reflections of your own inner child. Have a beautiful day!
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