This morning's reading from Mark Nepo's "The Book of Awakening" has me pondering about all sort of 'reflections.' Nepo writes that "the moon is not the source of light, but a reflection; and, likewise, as magnificent as the heart is, it is not the source of love, but the conveyer of forces often out is view when we are struggling."
mirrors
glass windows
my shadow
a pool of water
another person's eyes
Each 'reflects' back a different image of me. What do I see as I look at each reflection? Am I looking at the heart of God?