Zen Spot #48— Mindfulness, meditation and opposing impossible mirrors with my son walking away January 31, 2018 00:05
The mirror when I shave
I don’t use the mirror on the medicine cabinet when I shave. A much bigger mirror hangs over the bathroom sink in front of me. The medicine cabinet is perpendicular, to my right, and is hard to use anyway. When it opens widely enough, and the mirrors are opposite each other, the reflection of both mirrors appears to go on infinitely, as opposing mirrors are wont to do.
We’ve all observed the phenomenon and are, perhaps, a little disappointed and frustrated when the reflection veers away from what would be billions and billions of repetitions because we can never get the opposing forces to square off perfectly.
He is my first born. With that, for him, came the awesome responsibility of raising me. At the time of his arrival I wasn’t fully formed and, while no human being ever is, my unready, unsteady soul — and mind — could have served him better. Perhaps most new parents feel this way. Perhaps not. Perhaps comparison is a waste of time.
As with all first children, each milestone — the milestones that will serve as mile markers for the children who follow — presents a new and sometimes frightening experience.
He had curly hair — white blonde locks that spun like I fully expect an angel’s hair spins. Little old ladies would touch it in the grocery store. Middle-aged women remarked about how much they pay to obtain such elusive beauty. The sun, itself, was almost as bright.
The son ventures
Matthew was about 18 months old and our extended family was sitting in my parents’ back yard having a picnic. The next-door neighbors had four children, each of whom, believe it or not, was within in twelve months of Matthew’s age. At the time, we lived in a home twenty miles away, but Matthew was familiar with my parents’ back yard. We played with him often in the grass but, until that day, he’d never ventured away from us toward other children.
That day, the four brothers and sisters came into our yard to bounce around together. They neither welcomed Mathew or ignored him. They were following butterflies that didn’t exist and swirled in the usual proximal orbit that brothers and sisters always do.
Matthew looked over at his mother asking silently if he could go play with the other children. He was excited and scared. The unknown beckoned.
We let his hand go and he ventured out into the world.
Matthew and I were in Bologna Italy when we found the hallway shown above. For the first time in my life, the veering from reflecting mirrors was alive and in front of me. See the picture. I was fascinated.
Matthew was living in the neighborhood and passed the hallway everyday. It had disappeared. The experience was pedestrian because, for him, it was truly pedestrian.
To me, it was very special. Silly glimpses into the infinite are wonderful. My camera raised and I took the picture as he was walking away. He was venturing into the world as I considered a place to sit and breathe.
That day, I didn’t. And I’m not sure where the hallway is located or I would offer an address. The photo will have to suffice.
Close your eyes and breathe.
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