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Refrigerator Door

This is one of those magnets I've had around forever. I found a heart-shaped frame in a box of cereal or pet food or something and needed a photo to go in it, so found this picture of David, taken at Lake Tahoe just fit perfectly.


The Night Listener
by Armistead Maupin

For anyone contemplating reading this book, I strongly recommend that you check out this web page. About the time you get to page 13 of Night Listener, the reason wny will make sense to you.

(for the Survivor collaboration)

12 January 2001

The challenge assignment for round 5:

Every picture tells a story, or so the saying goes. The challenge this week is to post a picture, and tell the story that goes along with it. Could be a true story that you experienced or an original fictional story.

A prism has been sitting on a shelf in my living room for years. Ever since Walt gave it to me many Christmases ago. We'd gone to a crystal store and were admiring the many different things that can be done with crystal... then lo and behold, one of them showed up under the Christmas tree.

It reflects very nicely, so I stuck it in front of a small statue of the Taj Majal that my mother-in-law had brought back from India many years ago. It was on a tall shelf, so there wasn't much chance of knocking the prism accidentally. The light isn't bright, and the colors were muted, but the reflection of the statue in the prism was lovely, when you walked up and looked at it.

Every so often I'd dust the shelf and every time I dusted the shelf, I'd think how lovely the prism was and how nicely it reflected the Taj Majal.

One day I decided to take a picture of the prism and I stuck it on the window sill in order to get a better angle.

Immediately the prism came alive. The sunlight shone through, it reflected the sky, the trees outside, and the whole thing had a cast of a rainbow.

Once I had seen the difference it made in the beauty of the prism when it was exposed to the light, I could never put it back on the shelf again, so it now has a permanent home on the window sill. I realized that the prism was not meant to be placed on a safe, high shelf where it could reflect only one little statue, in muted tones, and go unnoticed unless someone made a special effort to walk up and look at it.

The prism was meant to allow sunlight to dance through it, to reflect the wider world, and to project a rainbow of color to anybody who passed by.

The lesson here is that a person, like the prism, can sit safely in the dark reflecting the narrow world around them, living a life in muted colors, or they can venture out into the light, allow the sun to shine through, to reflect the wider world, and to live with the reflection of all the colors of the rainbow penetrating their very heart, the way they were made to live.


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