Reflection at Tiffany's

Little Miss Clara Brown brushes her brown mess of curls out of her face.  This was the perfect moment.  She didn't want anything to stop her from burning this sight into her memory.  She noticed that adults tended to forget things, so she squinted her eyes and focused.

 There wasn't anything visibly special about her.  Just a little girl with brown curls, freckles, and brown eyes.  Even her name was ordinary. To the visible eye, she was like any other little girl dreaming about walking into Tiffany's.

Have you ever seen something and wanted it to be for you, to have it, or experience it?

What did your Daddy or Mommy tell you?

Every human is a son or daughter.  Every human is a child.  Unfortunately the beauty of naivety is smothered out of us at times and the waters of dreaming and hope are dried up. And things are given up on and forgotten.  Sometimes to the point, that when the thing we were meant for is appalling, to good to be true, or untrustworthy.  

You see, Clara Brown was given up for adoption by her Mother when she was two and left on the streets by her foster family when she was five.  They didn't do it on purpose, but little Clara had wondered away when she noticed a brilliant sparkle in the Tiffany's window.

Many were appalled by her grubby little dirt coated hands and her torn white dress. She hadn't showered for weeks because soap and cleanliness sent her into tantrums.  She didn't understand that being clean was good.  That it was safe to be seen.

It was at this moment when Clara Brown pushed her little nose against the glass window that a man inside saw her.  His heart instinctively leaped into his throat.  Who was this adorable little girl?  He didn't see the snot streaking the glass or the unwashed hair or her stained teeth.  He saw a memory coming into reality.  His little girl that he hadn't seen since his wife had run away. Somehow he knew her through all the dirt. He knew her.

And when their eyes met, she knew him.  She watched as he slowly picked up the chain attached to the multifaceted stone she had been looking at. He smiled and beckoned her to come into Tiffany's.  Her desire for the stone stirred up a fiery courage and she boldly walked into Tiffany's.

Clara Brown's Daddy told her that she was his princess as he gathered her in his arms.  And even though many in the store were appalled by her grubby little dirt coated hands and her torn white dress, one man wasn't.  Her Daddy. And because he wasn't, she forgot as well.

Perhaps, it sounds funny, but I do think it is important that she did take a bath that night.  In fact, she took two and the whole time she wore the sparkling multi-faceted stone her Daddy bought her.  She was Daddy's princess and her Daddy would keep telling her that....until.....

She Understood.  

The Edge

Shifting beneath my feet
Regaining balance
Difficult
And sometimes over-corrected

Will I be swallowed
Unable to move?
Left in a victim state
Sidelined?

Never!
Adaptability is inside
The core strengthens
And spirit digs in

Do you see my eyes?
Deep rich pools
Acceptance of
 Knowledge of hope