I recently saw a beautiful woman standing in front of a mirror.
She was just standing washing her hands.
When I saw her, my reaction was instantaneous.
Every time I spoke I could feel something.
But I did not stop!
Then she was standing in front of me, and she just looked at me.
Then I was brought to a stop.
For that instant I stopped – my body froze as I felt the reflection.
It was so powerful. I didn’t know what to do, so I ran.
Running for me is just talking constantly, accelerating the momentum.
Not wanting to feel me.
Could it be that every time I don’t want to see my loveliness, I am not just running, but in this process I am also hurting everyone around me?
By denying the woman I am, I am also denying the woman standing in front of me, the woman at the grocery store and the women in the street.
What a vicious cycle.
Imagine if each time I looked at another woman and saw the exquisiteness of all of us, just how lovely that would be – a feeling of equalness in the connection of a gentle, yet simple smile.
What if, when I look at another woman it brings up something in me?
What if I just accept that quality in me, and not fight it?
And if I see something I may not like reflected, just see it as a wart, to look under – a gift.
By Denise Cavanough, Woman, 57 years, Brisbane.
