True Mirrors

It is my nature to be a questioner. I seldom form an opinion without investigating and exploring all sides of the subject. I rarely take people or things at face value. I seek to understand, to find common ground, to practice compassion. I am resourceful. Tell me there's no way, and I'll be determined to find that there is one.

True to my seeking-nature, I thrive on thoughtful commentary, essays, short stories, good writing in any form . . . and art, always art . . . and conversation.

From an essay by Rebecca Solnit, The Loneliness of Donald Trump, on the Literary Hub, I found these words.

Some of us are surrounded by destructive people who tell us we’re worthless when we’re endlessly valuable, that we’re stupid when we’re smart, that we’re failing even when we succeed. But the opposite of people who drag you down isn’t people who build you up and butter you up.  It’s equals who are generous but keep you accountable, true mirrors who reflect back who you are and what you are doing.
We keep each other honest, we keep each other good with our feedback, our intolerance of meanness and falsehood, our demands that the people we are with listen, respect, respond—if we are allowed to, if we are free and valued ourselves.
We gain awareness of ourselves and others from setbacks and difficulties; we get used to a world that is not always about us; and those who do not have to cope with that are brittle, weak, unable to endure contradiction, convinced of the necessity of always having one’s own way.

The words hit me like a ton of bricks. Reading these lines, I realized that I am a mirror for my husband and he is the same for me. I counted myself blessed by the many friends who are true mirrors for me.

I walked in Hurkamp Park reveling in the joyous celebration of art and activity as the city celebrated LOVE, the new sculpture on the green lawn. Everywhere I turned, I saw my reflection in these mirrors, my equals, who keep me honest. And I silently thanked God.