‘Reflection’, what a great word. It’s one of those ‘means lots of things’ words that I love so much. I don’t know about you, but I use it quite a lot, to the point of cliché, in relation to thinking things through, considering stuff.
And you know that thing where, when you look at a word on a page, a word you use a lot, one that’s part of your normal vocabulary, it suddenly starts to look strange, different, wrong, and you have to get out the dictionary, or check the spelling with someone?
I was like that today with ‘reflection’; I felt like I’d lost the meaning somewhere.
I got to thinking about another meaning of the word, not the mirror one (that’s another article!), but the ‘in the water’ one. You know what I mean, don’t you? You see a tree on a river bank, you see its reflection. The tree expands to twice the actual physical size, its conjoined twin beautifully shimmering there, and the sight plucks at some deep-rooted, aesthetic heart string.
Well, it moves me, anyway.
And I got to thinking… when we reflect upon on our lives, our situation, maybe our stuckness, our way of being, we’re effectively giving ourselves space, extra space, expanding our boundaries. Space that we can step into.
But, and this is the magical bit: it’s not just the space. It’s that by reflecting we allow that way of being to twang on that heart string. It may be a discordant twang, but it too can move us. Move us emotionally, and quite literally move our lives on, allow us to take that first step.
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