She studied her face in the mirror. Purple – the regal color – though not at the moment. The bruises stole purple’s regal presence. Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all?, she pondered ruefully. The mirror will never reply, Eliana. Never.
Steam dripped and ran, rivulets of steam pooling into an ocean, each part of a whole yet rippling to create rivers anew. Steamy tears brought on by the sight of her face; puffy, swollen and full of pain while her head and neck maintained their strong posture.
Her reverie was broken a strong voice with a thick Long Island accent. “Do you see what I see? Beauty, strength, unwavering love for others, an artist, a tunesmith, a woman full of wisdom born of experience, a persistent woman who rises like a phoenix to meet each challenge, a human becoming who she is destined to be in this world, a woman whose measure of success is not money, but how many lives she touches with love and encouragement.” The mirror paused, his tears continuing but New York tough voice silent while she pondered his words, turning them about like a rock tumbling in a stream.
“I DO all of those things. It’s my nature. But beautiful? Beautiful, no. I am not the woman who turns heads when she enters a room.”
“No, you are simply the woman with an aura that draws others near so that you can heal their brokenness by listening or a gentle word or touch because you see their humanity amidst the brusque, the proud, the unpolished and the overlooked. You see the invisible and in doing so, you shall never yourself BE invisible.”
Eliana wiped the mirror’s face. “My dear friend. Amazing how you always help me to see ME. You reflect all of those qualities that lie below the surface, just outside of my view and my grasp. You help me to take the reins and drive the chariot to my destiny.” She looked into the silver mirror, with its yellow and blue mosaic calla lilies and drank deeply of her reflection. Perhaps even bruises can be regal, she chuckled to herself. Perhaps even bruises.
We become visible by unveiling the invisible. Such a dichotomy. Yet such a truth. When we reveal our vulnerabilities, our hearts, our deepest thoughts, hopes and tightly held dreams, we are no longer invisible. When we release our light, the shadows move to the side to allow more light in.
We are not invisible. We only need to open the door and let the light shine on us.