The symmetry of a reflection makes something that is incomplete all of the sudden whole. Today, by the lake's edge, a break in the storm clouds gave way to a moment of pure sunshine that revealed the architecture in a broken and fallen tree. Like a stained glass window, the leaded and outlined pieces of a picture were soldered together and reflected in one another forming a majestic archway where one could almost walk through.
It is interesting to ponder the fact that the mechanism that reflects the tree did not break it's fall; the water's looking glass reflects the sky to the blindside of the tree but, does not interfere with it's submersed fate. I think about the people in my life that serve as mirrors. They cannot change the picture, the image, the person I am necessarily, or my fate however, they can reflect back on my proverbial blindside a sunlight that not only warms and illuminates but, gives a symmetry to a once halved existence and thus makes it whole. To have that one good, courageous, and honest friend that will reveal the architecture in you by not being on your side in blind agreement, but by showing the reverse in a reflection, is to be blessed with knowing what whole looks like.
I am thankful for the lesson I learned at the pond's edge and 1000 other things today.