Woke up last night to the sound of a crash and breaking glass. I didn't give much thought to it, though I did find it hard to sleep and ended up getting out of bed and grabbing a book to read while I while away the time.
It wasn't until later this morning that I found the source of my wake up call. The hook that was holding my mirror up gave out and it had fallen and broken into little pieces.
I decided to look for the significance and I find myself not grasping the obvious meaning of a new beginning, a chance to see myself in a new way which funny enough seems to be a theme for today.
But still I feel there is more and as I begin to look I find it in the words of St. Paul.
For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.
1 Cor 13.12
And here finally I find my meaning. It is not totally about a new way of being, rather a new way of seeing. A subtle difference I know, but I feel like this crash that woke me up, and invited me to put into my hands a copy of Paulo Coelho's the Pilgrimage and begin to read it with new eyes. This broken mirror that led me to words of St. Paul. And the message from Paulo in my inbox this morning about taking every day as if its the first one, every experience as if it is new.
Taking time to look at old things in a new way. Face to face.
I feel some excitement in this discovery and a feeling that something exciting is beginning to take shape.
