The thing about a broken mirror is that what it reflects seems suspect. The image shown is based upon a hundred small truths. But what is the whole truth? There is the feeling that the mirror can’t truly be “right” while it is broken. So if I see some attractive truth reflected in a fragment, I get this hope that maybe, were the mirror whole, this fragment would turn out to be the real truth.
So I wait to see what image develops. Sometimes I want to help put the mirror back together because then it would be healed and that is instrinsicly good. Sometimes I want to help put it back together because I want it to reflect an image of my own device and this is an ugliness that resides in me. I am not always good. My intentions are sometimes selfish and the fact that the actions I take because of them happen to be beneficial does not counter this fact.
I’ve been following along with your last posts and I feel like you and I are kindred spirits. This last one hit home because I tend to be a “fixer,” though sometimes my dark side desires to be the smasher of mirrors rather than the mender… I also am trying to make sure I am as whole as possible, and trying not to see what I want to see in other people. I feel like I’m really neurotic sometimes… I’m glad you are sharing these things that are happening to you, as I think it makes all of your readers who love you feel not so alone…
Drey, I don’t think your RSS feed works. At least my NETNEWSWIRE program won’t work with it….Dave (Chub Creek)