You remember the line of “Mirror, mirror on the wall” from bedtime stories. “Who is the finest bling of them all?” Why me, of course, is the answer. There can be no other for I am Self. Can you image lots of clones like me roaming the good earth wild and naturally free of man-made clothing? This is a scary thought and I thought so.
There is one small blurry picture on a government website under the people section that looked strikingly like me. The only thing is I don’t wear head coverings. Why should I cover my long, thick black hair that could be submitted as kennel club material? It’s quite soft and one could pet it like man’s best friend. According to my mirror, maybe it’s time to go to the groomers and get a new hairstyle while I’m on this furry subject.
The word ‘bling’ flashed into my mind and the images diamonds were everywhere or quartz crystals as another hidden gem of nature. I like shiny things, like those shiny wheels on museum quality automobiles you’d find in car shows.
My ego is big (like my big egghead similar to my paternal uncles who are 6 feet tall) and will brag that I have received blings from my paternal grandfather who has passed on years ago.
You see I am his first grandchild among the now thirteen. He gave me two sets of tiny, rose-cut diamond earrings which I cherish as a sentimental value and will pass on to my descendants, if any. The rose-cut diamonds are not as shiny as the round brilliant cuts.
There are other jewelries of small sizes back when I was a child. But the blings of having these four pieces make me feel special. To this day I still have these earrings and wear almost everyday.
Maw originally pierced my ears, which I don’t remember and thank goodness that must have been a painful experience. And I had to get the other two ear pierced later on in life.
Paw bought both Squirrelly’ and myself stainless steel Rolex watches when we were not even born. Both of us don’t wear those now either because of not fitting to our lifestyles and mine, well, needs repair up in Frisco.
Two years ago on my birthday I now have two 22K gold cuff earrings. I couldn’t refuse to have my parents pay and now I have the option of wearing either the diamond or golden earrings.
I have purchased my own blings but those don’t feel the same. I think that is why eating someone else’s cooking seems to taste better.
She continues to look into the mirror and discovers someone else staring back at her. (Oh now this is getting creepy). She is a pretty enough, spoiled foolish brat but loved nonetheless by family and what’s left of her ‘friends’. Blings will always be there for her. Maybe she should try rubies instead.
She is referred here as a third person because the reflection in the mirror is really not the shiny diamonds or that glorious smile she wears but the self discovery of being a divine spirit in human form. The finest bling is of course in the heart and how to think everyday from the heart. The goal is now is what to do with the gifts bestowed. So mote it be.
Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.
Original publication:
- Saturday February 25, 2006 – 03:00pm (PST)
- http://blog.360.yahoo.com/blog-dMLYEJo3fqqaTf8Pi2_DBUz8?p=54
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