Have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror.
Really looked?
I did this evening and an odd thing occurred:
I didn’t really recognize the individual peering back.
There before me was a woman.
Pretty
with soft unlined skin
and blue inquisitive eyes.
But there was something else,
a feeling of familiarity mingled with the unknown.
It was as if I could see the past – present and future all at once.
There was a beautiful strength emanating from this reflection
and it penetrated the cold glass.
I waited – wanting to hear her voice.
Hoping that privy bits of worldly advice and knowledge
would spill from the painted lips.
But there was none.
As I turned to walk away, I heard
bold words of encouragement,
beauty and love.
For myself.
From myself.
Smiling,
I switched off the light
knowing …
