Catching Myself in a Store Window
(Naturally, it's a bookstore.)
I once wrote a poem about things that hold our reflection without our consent, other people's sunglasses, water, television screens, etc. A mirror, when you hold it in your purview, is like a conspirator. You purposely use it to see yourself. A store window though....
To see my own reflection juxtaposed in something else is sometimes jarring. I was walking by a pawn shop in my poem, and seeing my reflection at the same time I was viewing worn objects made me aware of my own aging.
It seems to me nature is one place I go to purposely not think about me. Yet, on the entrance to the Wallis Falls trail:
...there I was.
I'm thinking about this more and more as I go down the path of being a blogger. I've had people tell me blogging is about community, about connecting, but I wonder about the egocentric aspect of taking thoughts and making them public. I don't have the same feel for these electronic words, nor quite the same tone, as my personal journal. I'm aware of some aspect of performance here, or presentation, and of a need to be courteous, a need to self-censor. Is that an accurate reflection of me?
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