dreams: inconsistant angel things
today i looked in the mirror... and for the first time ever i saw my sister looking back at me. it was a strange thing at first. and it made me realize how quickly things are changing and becoming what they are meant to be. including myself. and they will whether i take the time to notice or not. i realized that all this time i have felt out of place in my own life. so simple a gesture, and yet it seems so profound to me. am i making more out of it than i should? probably. but in that action and realization i saw significance, and it was relevant to me. so what does that mean, right? i couldn't tell you even if i wanted to. but i know it will come into play at some later point. glad to see you got my letter. thanks for the memo.
EDIT: I'm stealing this from tears_in_spring because i thought it was amazing and just about right on.
Today in Art Therapy, someone read this quote. It is the beginning of a paper entitled "Reflections on Mirroring" by Dr. Malcom Pines, and is based on the idea that there are two ways a woman sees herself, and others see her.
"A woman has two images. There is a magical person seen or remembered by those who love her, her finest qualities are flesh and spirit illuminated. She herself knows this ideal self; she projects it if she is confident; or she daydreams about her ideal self; or she recognises it with gratitude in the admiring eyes of others.
There is at the same time a second image: the woman as seen by those who dislike or fear her. This cruel picture has an all too powerful mirror in her own negative idea of herself. She sees with fear her own ravaging impulses and, most painful of all, a graceless, freakish and unlovable physical self."
EDIT: I'm stealing this from tears_in_spring because i thought it was amazing and just about right on.
Today in Art Therapy, someone read this quote. It is the beginning of a paper entitled "Reflections on Mirroring" by Dr. Malcom Pines, and is based on the idea that there are two ways a woman sees herself, and others see her.
"A woman has two images. There is a magical person seen or remembered by those who love her, her finest qualities are flesh and spirit illuminated. She herself knows this ideal self; she projects it if she is confident; or she daydreams about her ideal self; or she recognises it with gratitude in the admiring eyes of others.
There is at the same time a second image: the woman as seen by those who dislike or fear her. This cruel picture has an all too powerful mirror in her own negative idea of herself. She sees with fear her own ravaging impulses and, most painful of all, a graceless, freakish and unlovable physical self."