Yesterday I sat down in front of a mirror, and came face to face with a different person. My house does have many mirrors. I tell people they are there to expand space, as this house is small, “to bring in more light.” It’s partially true, but I wonder that it is somehow for the expansion of self.

Although I mostly like what I see, isn’t a mirror essentially a kind of neutral friend? You check in and check out briefly what the affect of the day’s assemblage of clothes, make up and hair will project. Daily we do self-consciously construct a kind of public camouflage which helps boost our self-esteem. How we think we know who we are thus gets measured by the layered responses of others. But this morning as I sat before this “neutral friend” I began to see more. The person I’d become as well as my true physical appearance exposed in front of me.. I quietly met a new person, perhaps this time even more to my liking, a soul glimpse, if you will. Here was a person I could trust . . . capable of intimacy.

Intimacy!!

That tenuous word.

Wait, wasn’t intimacy a kind of sacred place? A place of… near oneness? Or was it some missing piece of life long awaited, an empty space where sacrifice and ridiculous posturing has obscured what I truly am.

I need time to think about this.

Conclusion: I had traveled for a few moments into a space I knew I wanted to go more often with others.

Suggestion: Do this again. Sit in front of a mirror and see who’s there.