trees in the stream, originally uploaded by bobsee.
I must confess I find reflections entrancing.
They catch my eye. Stop me in my tracks.
Maybe it’s because the world looks upside down or back to front in them. Things aren’t where you’d expect them to be.
I’m glad of reflections. They make me notice the world when I’m maybe drifting, unseeing. We do that a lot I think. Float along on autopilot. Drift through a zombie life.
It’s good to stop, to notice and to reflect. Wakes you up.
The hero life is a conscious life. An aware life. A life where you slow down and take time to reflect
Heroes Not Zombies 
I do agree with you, but I also have a differering point of view. I’ll try to explain, giving two examples. First, the Iraq “war”. I feel it is a false war, and I’ve felt this way from the beginning. But, I do not avidly read everything about this war, or about this Nation’s current administration. I cannot, for the sake of my own health. I do “ostrich” on purpose in this. I still do read some things, and we have more than one friend who has gone to war, one of which set off every single metal detector on his way back home, the other who is a skilled enough sniper that they set him training other snipers*. However, I know enough about this “war” that I do have an ember of rage within, as Henry Rollins phrases it.
Another example. I am a devout believer in conservatoin. Yet, I rarely can read about what happened at Chernobyl. It sickens me. I *HAVE* to emulate Weird Al Yanovic’s attitude to maintain sanity. That is “whistle in the dark” or “gallows humor”. First are two of his videos, than things I’ve read about Chernobyl.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EGdrMOttV_s (This is the actual video he put out for this song, you can see him caroling near the end.)
http://www.pixelpress.org/chernobyl/index.html
http://todayspictures.slate.com/inmotion/essay_chernobyl/?GT1=8019
http://www.angelfire.com/extreme4/kiddofspeed/chapter1.html
http://www.angelfire.com/extreme4/kiddofspeed/chapter27.html
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=5355810
*Oh, and my husband’s brother is finally getting his chance for glory. (Yes you are right, there is no love there, he has stolen over one hundred dollars of my disability money brazenly walking into our bedroom as we slept au naturale to do so, and tried to nudge me and cause me to fall down the stairs at my in-law’s house, he hates my husband and would kill him if he could get away with it.)
Wow….Thank you …. for the miracle: what looks not attractive underfoot helps to sense just the blinding inner light and thus makes our life worthy living.
I’m thinking of reflection differently after reading Sarah Susanka’s “I see myself changing through the reflections in outer manifestation as I myself draw ever closer to the truth of who I am.”
Susanka asserts in her book, The Not So Big Life, that it really is all about ourselves. That is, what we experience is reflecting our own movies, our own conditioned patterns. And they can indeed wake us up, uncovering our own hidden beliefs, if we are present for them.