“There are two ways of spreading light: be the candle, or the mirror that reflects it.”
Edith Warton said that. Those words sat with me for a few days and I wondered: was I the candle or the mirror? Which did I want to be?
I’m drawn to good light, to good things, to good people, to good energy. I seek it out sometimes, but more often than not it finds me- light will seep out between trees while I’m walking with Dane and Carrie. I’ll be driving home from somewhere, anywhere, and a soft glow of orange and red will wink at me across a field and over a hill. Black clouds will taunt me and the sunbeams shining out from their void dullness will call my name so strongly, I imagine that someone shouted it. People are the same. I don’t go looking for new friends- they speak a certain way, or do certain things. I watch them- and I’m drawn to them. I want to draw their light, their goodness, out of them. I want to show the world how good they are, why they’re so bright and stunning- why I think my time spent with them is better than time spent alone.
So I think that I love being a mirror. I love being able to see and capture and then share all of the light that radiates from the people and places and things I encounter. But I also love being a candle- showing the world what you have to offer, brightening up a day or a place or some time in space somewhere. That’s wonderful, too. But it’s hard work. And candles burn out sometimes if they’re left burning alone for too long. I think I’ve figured out that it doesn’t matter if you’re a candle or a mirror, as long as you make sure that you’re surrounded by other candles and mirrors. Imagine a room, a field, a life – filled to the brim with candles and mirrors everywhere- how bright would that be?
Being Megan’s mirror that night was easy. She just glows. And I get to reflect the very best parts of her back for all of the world to see.