My sister-in-law, Kim, delivered a gift without a note explaining what was under the wrapping. Buried within the colored tissue paper in the prettiest of Christmas bags lay a child’s cardboard kaleidoscope. Laughing, I bring it to my eye and lift my face to look directly into the kitchen light. The colors immediately begin casting brilliant patterns, changing with each turn of the knob. What a thoughtful present, but what was the purpose of gifting it to me?
I continue to play with the kaleidoscope; turning the knob as well as shaking the plastic shapes within the tube. My enjoyment cannot be contained. Moments of mindless entertainment are brought into focus with each new design. Listening closely, one could hear the “ooohs & ahhhs” escaping my lips. But still I wonder, Why a kaleidoscope?
Maybe I am someone who would appreciate a good old-fashioned toy? Maybe it is how she sees me – always changing & accepting myself with each turn? Perhaps it’s the symbolism of looking with a new set of eyes and anticipating the next pretty display? Or maybe I would see the images reflecting like the beautiful stained glass windows in church?
A few weeks before receiving this gift, I was photographed after a “day of beauty” at my hair salon. When I saw the results posted on instagram - the pictures seem to capture my inner spirit. With Kaleidoscope now in hand, I think further about the way the world sees me. For I am often concerned about my appearance, not in “the vain sort of way” but in a “how disabled do I appear” scrutiny. But these images before me smiling, laughing and being my silly self make me happy. The joy & love in my heart shines through at any angle – very much like those glorious images contained within the lens of my kaleidoscope.
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