Last May I moved into my dream apartment. Something about it just oozed magic. It was my first time living without another person. Before I’d rented the place, which sat under oak trees and always smelled like maple syrup, I was dreading spending the summer solo.
But it didn’t take long before I realized that I’d created a sanctuary for myself. It was my own personal palace that I’d subconsciously designed in which to celebrate and support myself. I’d unpacked plush throws, adorned the place in vanilla candles and hung flowing satin curtains. There was something sparkly about this space that was much different than any other home I’d lived in. Every morning I rose, feeling excited about all of the synchronicities that might happen throughout the day, and late in the evenings I was inspired to write all of my greatest stories.
Friends from near and far would appear with gifts and stay late to drink wine, laugh and dance long into the night. We would share stories of all of the places we’d been and the exciting people we’d met there. One night in the thick of the summer, after cooking the largest fresh salmon I’d ever laid eyes on, we sat doe eyed around the stone fire.
“Your home is enchanting,” said one of my pals. “I noticed though, there’s something is missing.”
“What’s that?” I replied.
“You don’t have any mirrors,” she said, “None in the bathroom, no mirrors anywhere. What’s the deal?”
I looked around. She was right, there were no mirrors in my apartment. May had rushed into June and June shifted smoothly into July. Here we were smack dab in the middle of August and I’d not placed a mirror on any of my walls. I looked around the glow that lit up this circle of my closest friends. My gaze shifted lovingly from pal to pal: Their wide eyes, their open hearts, their curious minds.
Then it hit me: I had many mirrors. The mirrors I’d placed around my home were much more valuable than any picture of myself in a glass reflection. The home I’d created and the beautiful gal pals in it were the best mirrors I could have picked out.
Next time you’re self-reflecting, pop on your Awakening Mala and remember that all that you have created in your life is a beautiful reflection of who you are, no mirrors required.
Peace, Love and Magic from Bohemia xx