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So far I’d define today as a good day. Forty-eight hours after returning from holiday I’m finally catching up on most of the emails. Since breakfast time it has felt productive. According to a new study by the Berry Company, released this week, most Britons know what kind of day they are in for by 8.12am. How the survey arrived at the precise time of 8.12am isn’t clear but it’s most likely to relate to the rough average of people’s alarm clock settings. Many of us take the first things that happen to us in the morning as an accurate indicator of how the day will turn out. The behaviour of a partner or boss are apparently the key deciding factors for making it a bad one. Respondents to the survey said that bad weather, losing their keys or uncooperative hair were signs of a terrible day to come. Almost half of these 2000 UK adults counter their morning tailspin by taking a few minutes to relax, or listen to music while a quarter of them opt for some healthy food to improve their state of mind. But I’m not sure I would put such importance placed on those early morning minutes anyway. So many things can happen over the course of a day, not least the pleasant surprises that will be equally out of our control. I try my best to hold judgment on the day until it’s nearly over. And then as the lights are switched off I’ll sometimes ponder on the last line of John O’Donohue’s poem ‘At the End of the Day: A Mirror of Questions.’ Here it is in full.
 
At the End of the Day: A Mirror of Questions
by John O’ Donohue
 
What dreams did I create last night?
Where did my eyes linger today?
Where was I blind?
Where was I hurt without anyone noticing?
What did I learn today?
What did I read?
What new thoughts visited me?
What differences did I notice in those closest to me?
Whom did I neglect?
Where did I neglect myself?
What did I begin today that might endure?
How were my conversations?
What did I do today for the poor and the excluded?
Did I remember the dead today?
Where could I have exposed myself to the risk of something different?
Where did I allow myself to receive love?
With whom today did I feel most myself?
What reached me today? How deeply did it imprint?
Who saw me today?
What visitations had I from the past and from the future?
What did I avoid today?
From the evidence – why was I given this day?

The Revd Alan Ramsey

Acting-Priest-in-Charge

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Mirror

I'm the mirror, half a moon above the hearth
where your faces surface then disappear:
rearrange the room and you rearrange me.
But I'm tired of looking, from wherever I'm hung
or stood, tired of never closing, tired of never turning off.
I abide by whatever's before me:
whatever's before me, I become.
Drape me in a sheet: under it I'm working.
Turn me to the wall: I pay it the closest attention.
Break me and every piece of me is full.

A piece for reflection in this week’s Poetry Corner: the mirror, symbol of truth and perception, is here given a gnomic, riddling treatment by Jacob Polley. The mirror is a sponge for human life, entirely at our disposal ('rearrange the room and you rearrange me') and yet presenting an incontrovertible truth we sometimes wish it would not (draped sheets, turning to the wall and breaking the mirror don't stop it from reflecting). We glance into the mirror to learn how we look; but Polley's mirror knows who we are.

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