In a dimly lit room with a light above my head, I held a snow globe, that contained light-reflecting glitter replicating snow dancing around in purified water over a small town creating an illusion of wonder. I have no pretense of being creative with words or thoughts, but this illusion stood out to me, as if the reflective sparks of glitter meant more to me than the illusion of snow.
I find the sudden sparks of light mesmerizing, like tiny souls trapped in this hand-held globe. With each fraction of light flickering as they circle to an orchestrated dance forced to move in the direction of the water. I know life is but a fraction of light, and the dance is so brief. I noticed that a few of the glitter flakes stopped within the globe not restricting the other pieces from swirling and twirling giving out their light, but the ones that stopped just slowly floated to the bottom of the globe, as the rest slowly lost the momentum of the water, and they too settled down to the bottom no longer reflecting the light.
I admit to being caught in the one-directional swirl of every-day life, just like everyone else I know. Yes, I would love to say I could just stop and hang around, but then I would settle to the bottom and reflect no more. So, I decided, not only would I swirl with everyone else, but I would do all I can to encourage other reflective souls to shine brighter, and even hold a hand or two along the way. Life is so brief, perhaps reflecting the light is all that we were meant to do, but it is nice to share love along the way.
There are highways and bridges named as monuments to honorable sparks in life. I feel these monuments were dedicated not because they changed the direction of the swirl by tearing down historical monuments that they considered tasteless, or creating a different sort of bias, but they were honored because they held hands and encouraged others to shine brighter. History that tears down should be a reminder that burning ideas and human concepts, or even trying to eliminate cultures, does nothing but rip holes within the human soul.
Mary 7/16/20 Recommend0 recommendationsPublished in