BefriendingThe Looking Glass

Enter into the time of remembering the magic, of becoming the Alice in wonderland of your own personal creating. Stand in front of the Looking Glass of your own life. 
Come closer and do not be afraid, for this is a place to look upon life  to dream  and create new things.

As adults we feel a need to put our childhood  toys away. We chose to  convert into a world of logical thinking and we forget the magic of our yesterdays past.

Taking a breath I step up to the guiled golden framed mirror. taking a single finger I wipe a streak of dust, and see just a small piece of myself peering back
This is the mirror of my memories. It holds the  monsters and demons as well as the fairies, elves and gnomes. A million stories are wrapped inside of this mirror, waiting on the other side for me.

Taking a heavy sigh of contemplation  I reach down to the spray bottle that sits on the floor near this mirror. It is as though it is giving me a choice to wash away the dust or leave.

Knowing that I will continue to stifle my own life if I do not pick up the rag at my feet  and clean this mirror, I do what must be done. 

The liquid spurts out upon the dust making a hazy print against the glass and I take the rag firmly into hand and begin to wipe. The glass squeaks under my rag as though chirping out it's gratitude.

More and more of me begins to appear in the mirror and soon I am confronting my own self.
Touching the glass I gaze upon myself as I am now. I look deep into the pools of my soft blue eyes. the other hand moves toward my face to trace over my skin. The trials of my life had not left as deep of scars upon my face as it had my heart. Still though I  stood unbroken before myself.
Surely there was hope in this vision.

Looking past me though I see the light of my own aura. Soft lavender, flowing into a golden rosey light, finally to move  outward into an opalescent hue that seems to twinkle with many colors,  as I watch the light around me play with my finger tips.

finally I look past the woman in the mirror staring back at me with a soft smile. My view moves past this , beyond the me within the mirror.
Squinting my eyes to change the light I begin to see people standing behind this woman within the mirror. They are surrounding her , with her .....yet not. the figures stand fairly translucent yet, looking closer I could see features of their faces & outlines of their bodies.

My own outer self  sighs looking into the faces of these people...they are my past, yet some the present and others still must be the future.

Suddenly the woman in the mirror reaches her hand out to mine. A sharp gasp escapes my lips,as  I can hear my very own voice coming from her, although her lips did not move.

"It is time to befriend your Looking Glass, so that you may walk clearly onto your new path"

My Journey is beginning again. As an Adult I am readying myself  not for a new chapter, but for a new book altogether.
I continue to invite you into this time of my life, sit back  have a cup of tea while I write the pages for you to read & you join me for the journey
Love & Light
                   ~IndigoSky 
Gently I stroked my Auburn hair