Yesterday I stepped through the looking glass.
I felt as though I had entered a new world, yet maybe it is only my perception that changed, for this world seemed on inspection the same old world. Familiar, but somehow new. There was change.
What is the difference in my brave old new world? It looks the same, strangely everyday but altered somehow. Yes, everything looked the same, but my world had changed radically in some way.
Attitudes and assumptions creaked and groaned under the weight of fresh outlook. Change demanded my attention, knocked on the door, rattled windows, insisted on admittance.
How terrifying it is through the looking glass. Familiar yet strange and new. Fresh ideas jumbled and jostled for space, fought old attitudes for the right to be predominant.
I look back into my old world, weighed down with grief, loss, full of dark shadows lurking in the corners. This room seems the same, old furniture, but now with a warm glow as bright light from a new fire fills the space.
Yet the darkness was also a safe place to hide. The golden light that fills this same but new room permits no hiding, shadows flee before the warm glow that seeks out new corners to shine in. I see old fears blinking, dazed in the light, forced out of their comfortable existence, now to be dealt with. Oh, so many to deal with!
I had to step through, the opportunity to do so is too rare not to grab with eager hands, but now I am here, standing in the new light, I am afraid. My fears surround me, out of hiding, demanding attention. Surrounded so fully, I can’t help but wonder:
What if the lights go out?
