Reflections

By Sheryl Means @sherylmeans

I am trying really really hard to de-clutter and get my home in order. I believe the state of disarray has impeded my vision for the future. So yesterday I decided that instead of politics as background noise (I really must stop listening to so much of the current events) I chose the Motown station on Pandora.

As a child of the ’60s and ’70s Motown shaped my love for soul and R&B music. Throw in classical from my days in the band and well, let’s just say my music is quite eclectic.

There is something about the Motown sound that stirs my soul. It is one of those things I think a person either gets or doesn’t get. My husband is in the later category. He thinks it is all OK, but there is no passion for this music.

As I danced and cleaned – the song that stood out to me was Reflections sung by The Supremes. I have been a huge Supremes fan my entire life. I still remember buying their Farewell album. Mom took me to Newberrys department store and I put it on lay-a-way. I felt so grown up. As I got my allowance saved up I was able to make the final payment and bring my treasure home. I still have that album.

This time, while listening to it, certain lines stood out as significant:

Through the mirror of my mind…

Reflections of the way life used to be…

Trapped in a world that’s a distorted reality…

As I peer through the windows of lost time…

Our minds and memories can be tricky things, can’t they? We might think we remember something accurately, but that is not necessarily the case…we might be looking back at a distorted reality.

I don’t think we really do this as much on purpose as it is just a function of the limitations of the human mind and our need to have our life experiences make sense.

As a writer I find these words very poignant and something that will certainly influence my story telling and how I view not only my memories, but also those of the characters I write about.

Words are powerful and their meaning can affect and change lives. I never bought the old “sticks and stones” story. I knew from a very young age that words can and do hurt. They should be parceled out thoughtfully and carefully.

Notice the reflection of the lichen covered branches in this photo? It is almost hard to tell the real from the reflection. How true of so much in life these days. What is real? What is fake? And why do we let distorted reality define who we are?

Is your reality a true reflection or a distorted vision? Something to ponder.

~Until next time…

Sheryl

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