July, 31, 2022--- I Looked in the Mirror....

 



I Looked in the Mirror….


By:  Carrie Keiser


I was sitting here trying to come up with a story prompt for this week and the words of a song (She’s Like the Wind-Patrick Swayze) came to mind:  “I look in the mirror and all I see is a young old man with only a dream…”. I knew I had the prompt.

So then I spent the rest of the week thinking about what I see when I look in the mirror.  Who do I see? Do I like the person reflected back? Is the person I see, the person I want to be? How is what is reflected portraying me? What or who do others see when they look at me? 

In my jobs, I meet a lot of people and these questions run through my mind on occasion, I wonder how they see me and if it is at all similar to how I see me?  Do they see past the smile or the frown?  Do they just see the outside of me or have I let the Light of Christ shine through at moments? Do they see the tiredness or have I presented them with my best and they could never guess I got up extra early against my nature and worked all day in different rolls and wish I were safely nestled into my comfy chair crocheting, reading or just chilling watching my show?  Am I putting too much pressure on myself? 

I will just leave you there with these thoughts, am I showing my real potential? Am I reflecting good?  Am I seeing the person I want to be seen as? Am I seeing the good in others, do I see them? Am I judging and am I being judged?  

When you look in the mirror, what thoughts run across your mind?


Story Slingers

July 28, 2022

Myrna Flynn


A LOOK IN MY MIRROR


I looked in my mirror and what did I see,

Nothing but a big fat bumble bee.

It had to be my sister or brother,

It was one or the other.


Both are pranksters and both can paint,

But I have a big complaint.

On my mirror, it is out of place, 

The mirror is to show my face.


I must go looking to find a clue,

Maybe some evidence on a shoe,

Or a trail of paint along the floor,

That will lead to the culprit's door.


Aha! I spy it in little Sam's room,

He's hiding there in the gloom.

Shaking and curled up like a bug,

I kneel beside him and give him a hug.


He agrees to paint the bee on canvas to show,

Then everyone can bask in its glow.

Bumble bee lovers, like us will be happy,

Even if this seems quite sappy.



Story Slingers Prompt

"I looked in the mirror..."

July 28, 2022

Daren Flynn


MIRROR IMAGE


I looked in the mirror

And this is what I saw.

A crystal clear image of

My Great Grandpa.


How could this ancestor

From my family tree

Be in the mirror

Looking back at me?


It is impossible

You know, as do I,

But the likeness was his.

This I cannot deny.


I recognized him from

Pictures I had found

In a family Bible

That had been passed down.


I concluded that there

Must be a reason

For his strange appearance

To me, his great grandson.


But what was his message?

I had not a clue.

I racked my brain to know 

Just what I should do.


Then much to my surprise,

It was as if he spoke;

"I want to know," he said,

"And this is no joke."


"Has my name been passed on?"

The one everyone called me;

Not my first, Timothy.

No, I mean Henry."


It may seem weird to you

But he had to know,

So I answered his query,

Speaking soft and low.


Your son, Oral Henry,

I'm sure you know

Named his second son

Willard Henry. And


Tradition, thus begun,

Has continued on.

Next is Daren Henry,

That's me. Then comes Sean.


Sean Henry passed it to

Samuel, now number six.

And the last, so far,

To bear the Henry Flynn mix.


Once I had delivered

The answer sought,

My Great Grandpa Henry's 

Image faded and came to naught.


I Looked in the Mirror

Flynn Family Story Slingers

31 July 2022

by Cary Holmquist


I looked in the mirror and what did I see?  Gray hair and wrinkles looking back at me!  Aging has brought me such a cruel surprise, who is that looking back with my eyes?


Or maybe…Is this the little girl I carried?  Is this the little boy at play?  I don’t remember growing older, when did they?   Well, that’s not looking in a mirror, but it expresses my befuddlement….  


I mean, gosh, when did that happen?  That’s not really me!  I certainly don’t feel it is an accurate portrait—looks like a Picture of Dorian Gray kind of trick, right?   Nothing to sing about!


Oh, now I see…it’s not wrinkles or gray hair—it’s just cracks in the mirror that shows only black and white!



By: Ryanne Leavitt


I looked in the mirror and what did I see? This awesome face staring back at me!



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