In nostalgic moments,
reflections are of long past experiences.
Daily reflections are closer in time,
a day, a week, a month…
The ‘same’ experience reflected on at different times,
can open understanding,
and / or make it quite confuzzling.
The reflection on a mirror on the street
would stand out as an impossible scene,
if I did not know it was a mirror.
Interesting to consider reflections…
part of today’s reality in a slightly blurry,
inverted manner…
nowhere near now.
Grateful today for
the instructor’s photo critique that lifted the blahs I felt in my last assignment submission,
a good workout and lunch with my mate,
and the quiet time I have to contemplate and work on understanding my mind.
