Mirror, mirror on the wall!
Well, how else did you expect it to start? Elated or disappointed on the reply?
Of course there are many reflections which are there for us to accept or to deny. So many of us are concerned about our appearance, as I used to be in my youth, but now in older, wiser years with priorities changing to suit the window of wisdom which we have been privileged to see through, there is a natural reduction from the peacock of old to a more parochial plumage.
Before the advent of the glass we were able, as now to see our reflections in still water. Beyond that, as the Lady Galadriel would attest other images may appear to inspire or to confuse us! Some gaze into a crystal ball and others into a deep chalice of water to gain inspiration and imagination, for themselves or the benefit of others.
When young or not so young we bring ourselves to the brink of the breadth of mind through lack, exertion or extremes. In this respect the depths and heights of oceans, mountains and deserts often become our glasses into which we decide or are forced to gaze darkly. Or simply the extreme of malnutrition acting as the physical fountain of inspiration, garnered in the many garrets of artistic licence.
Some of us find our reflected images in those whom we meet, who it is said act as mirrors to ourselves. One of my tutors remarked that he could not abide one of the friends of his twelve year old son, I replied that perhaps he saw in the boy something which he needed to change within himself, to the gasps of astonishment and ‘that’s a bit deep’ from the other students and he being understandably taken aback to begin with, agreed to me later it was possible that I was right!
It is true that the greatest tellers of stories have been the ones who have mirrored the purpose of their own souls by becoming the silent witness of those around them beyond our everyday two dimensional images and becoming true fourth dimensional observers of the human race until the pen hits the paper, when we can only enjoy their descriptive narrative using our own imagination to conjure what they have seen and portrayed on the page.
I have found remote places to be some of the most inspiring venues such as sparsely populated small islands or when I was alone in oceans of the crowds of people where I did not speak their language. But then, wildness is a great inspirer where nature shows us her great variety and true beauty, such a shame that there are so many misconceived myths which spur some to deplete, destroy and kill for their own greed and satisfaction, refusing to see any of the actual reflected images or to recognise the consequences of their actions, before they act!
It is true that many old wives tales have been put to the scientific test in recent years and found lacking, but how do you change superstition especially where health is concerned and the placebo effect is so obvious, especially where whole species are forced to the brink of extinction. It will take a generational shift for each of us to understand and hopefully through education the general public will begin to see the wisdom in the proclamations of the elders of old, leaving the old wives to weave their own wisdom.
All is not gold that sparkles, but the youth of today, much as they love gold, have given up the task of polishing the silver and brass – being all that they can afford – and rely on the minimalist approach to living with an occasional mirrored glass to suffice.
Gone are the days when we used to find cleaning the silver twice a year prior to some family banquet, an excuse to congregate with family members and close friends to exchange stories, catching up together and sharing a drink or two, one applying and the rest polishing.
We’ve given away the silver and succumbed to the pre-polished stainless steel to grace our table, but I have to say that I still have a passion to clean the brass and copper and there is a lot, so it is a labour of love taking me a few days to complete every six months or so, in line with National Trust recommendations!
It’s the finished job that goes to enhance the sought for lack of clutter and general cleanliness of our home, acting like mini mirrors to reflect the low level lighting and general ambiance of peace and tranquillity.
We all love the reflection of nature when her natural mirror, in the still body of water reflecting the surrounding hills and natural formations of the English Lake District and the Scottish Lochs, brings that sudden intake of breath of amazement and delight. Look with that same amazement at those around you, because you will undoubtedly see yourself reflected. So, now do you like what you see?
Reflecting your thoughts with Love and Blessings, Hanukah & the Angel