This is one of my favorite pictures. It's a portrait of the Magic City, one which I don't know the name of, or even what country it is in. It lives in my dreams, and my dreams live in it. It'a a reminder of how we are all reflections of reflections. Each bit of light, when reflected, continues on into the Universe, with the same message as the original one, altered only by perception. This picture came to me on the Internet one day, when I wasn't looking for it, and has stayed with me. I'm so grateful that it showed up.
The creative process is deep and mysterious, like that of reflection. An idea can appear seemingly out of nowhere, and take on such a strong energy that it takes over your whole life. If it is strong enough, it can influence the course of many other lives, as well.
The way you express the idea and the feeling you put into it make it come to life.
The picture below was taken of my reflection, showing me as who I imagine myself to be when I look in the mirror. It's accurate in its way, but only to a point.
In other words, I never see myself, the way the rest of the world sees me, except in a photo, a frozen image of another moment. what do I look like in this moment, to others? I can never really know.
It's a bit of a jolt when you realize that you have been seeing your mirror self, and not the self that the rest of the Universe sees. What is alike, and what is different?
And on it goes...
Thinking again about the Magic City, the one where dreams live...What would it be like to get deeper into the reflection, and to step through it, into a new way of seeing yourself and the world, one that holds more freedom? How would you change?
Stop by at my web site for some fresh ideas...
All my best as we approach the Solstice! Hope to see you soon!
Betty
