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Ár nDraíocht Féin
Three Cranes
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December 31st, 2003

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12:12 pm - The Man in the Mirror
Today was the day I realized that I did not know the man in the mirror.

He was about thirtyish, his too-long hair carelessly falling over his eyebrows. His eyes were gray, and the soul that could be seen through those windows was empty and broken.

His beard was ragged enough that you knew instantly that it was not grown from pride, but from neglect. His upper lip was lost under it; his lower lip betrayed its own neglect, displaying their chapped condition.

I stared at this figure for what seemed like an eternity. His bent shoulders and hunched back spoke volumes of what he's held inside.

That man had not laughed in months. Perhaps he had not laughed in years.

A wisp of wet hair fell into my eye and I sprang to action.

Opening my medicine cabinet, I sought my razor. It was still sharp after these months, and the light glanced off it as I set it to my right. I turned on the water and began to ready my face, warm water splashing onto the floor.

I began, slowly at first, judging carefully the length of my sideburns. Then I lost all inhibition and attacked, cutting giant swaths through the hair on my face, running my hand behind to catch stragglers.

Slowly, the man in the mirror became more familiar. His shoulders were set back in grim determination, but a fire had lit in his eye.

Faster I moved, occasionally pulling hairs out by their root in my zeal. Then I stopped for a moment to survey the damage.

The man in the mirror was no longer thirty. If each hair was a day, he could not have looked younger.

I grasped the razor again, and made a final attack. As the last hair fell away, defeated, the man in the mirror again became me. I smiled, and the old, beautiful wrinkles came back: the one that traces my smile, even when I frown; the one that winks next to my left eye; and the two that I always thought made me look "distinguished." All had come home to me.

I began to laugh, watching my face for the first time in months, reveling in the shear stupidity and splendor of my own countenance.

Again I turned the water on, this time as cold as I could. I splashed my face several times, holding my cold hands against my skin.

I found my aftershave sitting right where I left it. I lifted the bottle and removed the top, still smiling. I rubbed it all over my face, making sure to cover every inch of exposed skin below my nose and ears.

I looked at the man in the mirror again.

He was laughing.
Current Mood: indescribable
Current Music: "The Wino and I Know", -JB

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Date:December 31st, 2003 05:19 pm (UTC)
Simply beautiful. reminded me of these lyrics... http://www.metrolyrics.com/lyrics/49938/Travis_Tritt/It's_a_Great_Day_to_be_Alive/

I recall the first time I didn't recognize my hands when I looked at them. Very odd feeling.
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Date:December 31st, 2003 05:29 pm (UTC)
Heh. A very nice set of lyrics. . . :)

I agree. A good day to be alive.
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Date:December 31st, 2003 08:20 pm (UTC)
I am soooo glad i have so much native american in me.. I haven't shaved in over 6 months and i barly have a gotee! **giggles**

But here is what i really wanna tell ya, I found a site that has the Galdrbok on it.. that might give you a heads up untill i can make it back down there to let you barrow my copy. Look under section "VI" :)


In Troth,
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Date:December 31st, 2003 08:26 pm (UTC)
Wow, thanks! So far, I like it. Reads about like someone's dissertation :) Perfect
Date:January 2nd, 2004 02:00 pm (UTC)
It's always nice when we recreate ourselves again isn't it?
I know how good it can feel to re-establish your identity.
Be good to yourself. If you don't do it you won't be able to expect anything out of life but gray days... I have seen that in action over and over again. Sometimes when things have been their worst I've still found something.. And other times when things were good I couldn't find anything about myself that I liked at all.. crazy? I know.. Well anyway, I'm happy for you.
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Date:January 3rd, 2004 12:45 am (UTC)
thats awesome!

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