Just like life, reflections are there for us to look at.
See the log that is hardened and weathered over time.
It is sturdy and moss ridden with knobs and bumps… just like life.
In the reflection, the log waivers and is a little distorted and melds together as we try and distance ourselves from the truth of what is.
But… if you look right in the middle between the logs there is a perfect reflection.
That is the place when you stand in your power with both feet firmly planted on the ground.
No fear, anxiety or confusion.
The oneness with all that is!