This mirror is in the mantel in the foyer. I just love mirrors. They reflect light and beauty in front of them and beyond. I can even see a reflection of my smile if I will take time to stop and smile as I pass by.
The reflection of words never ceases to amaze me. I have enjoyed writing my thoughts for a long time. In high school, my English teacher (I had the same one 9-12 grade) required us to keep a journal, EVERY DAY. Several years ago, I felt the need again to get my thoughts on paper. Now as an adult I have notebooks full of writing and when I go back and read the words, they are a reflection of the thoughts, emotions and plans of when I wrote them. I keep notebooks (I call it a hug book) for my children and write in them from time to time, so they will have some of my thoughts about their lives as they grow.
Hopefully I will never outgrow the excitement of the miracle of words...as I type, small images appear on the screen, and as you read it, your brain translates those images into sounds that become words which enables you to know what I'm wanting to say today. And in other languages those small images will appear in a different sequence or may even have a different shape, but it all translates to the same thought...hhm, the reflection of words.