Reflections of Light and Shadow. Living Beyond the Glass...

Reflections of the truth...

Mirrors are curious things. They show us an image, yet so often that image is not truth. They can lift us or wound us, depending on how we choose to meet them. A mirror can be a teacher, but only if approached with care.

I choose to use mirrors as minimally as possible. They serve for quick checks, but do not linger before them longer than you must. Instead, look to the reflections offered by those around you. Notice the eyes, the posture, the warmth or the withdrawal of the people you meet. Their reactions often speak more honestly to what you are projecting than a sheet of glass ever will.

For many, mirrors become our fiercest enemies. The longer we stare, the darker the judgments grow. The mind begins its distortion, twisting what we see until we can hardly recognize the truth. We are not looking at our spirit, but through the fog of emotions and the harsh voice of self-criticism.

Yet in the same breath, mirrors can also be sacred allies. When used with love and intention, they become a doorway to acceptance. To hold your gaze in the mirror without looking away is an act of bravery. To accept, even to cherish the body and being you see, is a holy gift.

My deepest work in life has been self-worth. For years, I lived as though I were far away from my own eyes, hidden in the back of myself. I was not truly steering my life. My judgments and projections became the only story I told, and those stories served no one, least of all me. (The rest of that tale will be shared another time.)

In my 30s, I began the practice of rewriting the script. Each day, I faced myself and spoke words of affirmation. Not boastful, not hollow, but true. I told myself I was beautiful. I told myself I was powerful. I told myself I loved my hair, that my body was strong and worthy. At first, my shadow mocked me, laughed, and hurled insults. Yet slowly, as a flower turns toward the sun, something shifted.

I began to live those words...

I spoke with personal authority, even when my voice trembled. I came to believe I was a beautiful being, exactly as Spirit and I had chosen to be when I entered this life. Day by day, the pieces clicked into place until the truth was clear. No one is above me. No one is below me.

As Marianne Williamson wrote:

"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God."

Mirrors, like all things, carry both shadow and light. They can magnify our pain or affirm our divinity. Each time you catch your reflection, remember you have a choice.

Judge what you see.

Or, straighten your crown. Take a slow breath. Offer gratitude for your life, your body, and the sacred spark within you. Let your reflection remind you of your true essence. You are one of God’s most powerful Angels walking this earth.

My invitation to all who have shadow experiences with mirrors, each morning, before you step fully into your day, pause for a brief moment in front of a mirror. Look directly into your own eyes. Take one deep breath, place a hand on your heart, and simply whisper, “I see you. I honor you. I love you.” Then walk away. Do not linger. Carry that acknowledgment with you as you move into the world.

Because I can certainly tell you without hesitation. I see you, I honor you, I Love you.

Blessings, Love & Light…