Affinity

The Mystery within...

I met a woman very briefly this past weekend.  I don’t even know her name and spoke little to her, but it was like looking in a mirror and knowing her.  I was up to my elbows in dishwater, helping a friend with a big party, when she came up to me and said, “I’ve been watching you work and I know your are enjoying yourself.”  She told me she too would much rather be on the periphery of a party than in the middle of it.  It was a brief, good vibration to feel our alikeness, to have someone admit to me that she too would rather be helping, listening, and observing the goings on rather than being in the thick of things.

And last night and this morning I continued to think about her and suspect that she too can overdo a good thing and work herself into exhaustion.  It made me aware that on the flip side of whatever our affinities are lies our challenge to become more balanced.  What if we all had someone to mirror us? 

Rumi knew the value of a mirror:

Needing a Mirror

Your eye is so wise,

it keeps turning,

turning,

needing to touch beauty.

It keeps turning,

needing to find a mirror

that will caress you as I.