Underneath

That guy in the mirror keeps changing on me. Slowly, it seems, but it is a relentless, constant evolution. When I look at his face, I remember where he has been and then I wonder where he is going. I notice that his star doesn’t shine as brightly as it used to, but it burns with a steadier, more confident flame. I feel the weight of his sins as well as his redemptions that are etched in the lines around his eyes. I see that he is a familiar stranger, someone who is both my closest confidant as well as an unknown visitor.

You would think that as long as I’ve known this guy that I would be used to him by now. But, just when I think that I have him figured out, he surprises me by doing something unexpected. Sometimes his deeds are great, sometimes regretful.

I guess that’s why I am still watching him, because I am curious as to what his final face will look like. Will he wear the face of one that has lived his life to fulfillment or one who missed the prize?

When I study this guy in the mirror more closely, I see something that gives me hope. Underneath the face that he shows me…that he shows everyone…is the man that I hope one day to become. Something underneath his face gives me faith that this guy is going to be just fine in the end…and faith is the mystery that keeps drawing me back to the mirror.

Take care.

Duke

September 24, 2005

Incandesce

So beautiful. You do have such a gift. Thank you for giving words to so many of those things we have a sense of, but don’t know how to describe, and/or for taking us to places we might not have thought of. I have often wondered about the shape-shifting of my own image in the mirror, from scrawny tomboy until now. And, like you, I hope to become the fullness of what I was meant to be. Thank you!

pixiiegrl

I sometimes look in the mirror and don’t recognize the person looking back.

Claudine a l'ecole

September 25, 2005

Just came to your diary through Soleil et Brume. It is delightful – pleased I found it. … Take care.

Thanks for your note. I often find some comfort in looking at my reflection. I imagine it’s what it must be like to have an inseperable, identical twin.

Oh. That was me, James66

This entry is wonderfully written, expressing many of my own inner and outer observations of self. Are you perhaps familiar with the poet James Kavanuagh? He wrote, Ther Are Men Too Gentle To Live Among Wolves years ago and has written eloquently ever since about the passage of time and its effect on all of us. Regards and thanks for the Reader’s Choice on one of my poems. ~David

September 30, 2005

I love that entry! Wise! Thanks for your note, very sweet. I have always thought of myself as a chameleon. You and i have a bit in common. What type of movies do y ou like?

October 1, 2005

I have that book-Tales of the Gengi, haven’t read it yet (so thick) but will when I have a chance. Thanks for all your sweetness on my OD. I am looking forward to reading more about you! xoxox

windchimes

October 2, 2005

I like your writing here…thanks for your note and I’m getting better now! Yes I’m from China. So how about you?

October 3, 2005

Hey you … good morning … good day … just taking some time this morning to write all my faves, and to give thanks for all that you’ve meant to me … and given to me …. I hope today has some beautiful things in store for you. Love to you and the girls … and to the horse. A kiss on the muzzle to that beautiful creature you purchased for your children! Em