Sarah*n*dipitous

Reflection

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.

 

Catchacoma

What if I told you that you could catch a coma? No, not the pathological variety caused by disease or even injury but, rather, one that you deliberately sought out and physically caught as if it were lobbed over and you had your mitt out ready to scoop it from the air? Thinking about what a coma is, that deep prolonged unconsciousness, that state of unawareness and lack of functionality, is it possible to catch it? I believe, it is easier to catch than to avoid.

Everyday one spends in the company of naysayers, every moment one chooses not to learn something new, every second we waste on something that produces nothing of substance, is this not a form of comatose? The moment we trade passivity for engaging activities, we in essence catch a coma, we willfully choose a vegetative state and cast aside doing something for not doing anything at all. 

Every time I drive by this street I reflect on the fact that one actually has the choice to take that road or not... 

  

Impossibilities

The world is full of walking, talking, breathing contradictions; things that are, by human understanding, impossible. I think about people who faced daunting tasks, seemingly impossible challenges yet overcame them only to redefine our human understanding of this or that. Medicine, science, mathematics, all those logical based disciplines that depend on empirical data sets and reproducible experimentations to prove or disprove, all hinge on the belief that things have to have an explanation of sorts. One cannot help but think that Nature takes great joy and daresay, sadistic pleasure, in presenting impossibilities each and every day just to keep humanity on it's toes. 

Today I watched a dragonfly hover in midair, fly backwards, and connect with another as a course of perpetuating the species I suppose, in perfect unison. One dragonfly in flight is miraculous, two in a coordinated perfection is nothing short of Divine. Master Leonardo DaVinci studied the dragonfly hundreds of years ago and we, as humanity, are no closer to being able to define the impossibility of it. Without impossibilities, innovation and inspiration would cease to exist. Perhaps Lewis Carroll had it correct when he penned Wonderland, that one really must think on at least 6 impossible things a day.