It was the reflection that first caught my eye. I was riding on the train to work and saw the image, familiar, comforting. But seeing the reflection alone would not do I had to see the real thing. My compulsions led me to move closer, see, smell, and even touch. Possibly earn the title of stalker. But in all of these actions is when I saw the mystic. Not the ghost from my past haunting me trying to tempt the what ifs in life. But the glimmer of a former me: young, full of life and hopefulness. The ghost of Christmas past surely freaked me out for a second, but, I am glad for the visitation. For in a brief moment, I saw the mystic. And that was all that it took to recalculate my position like a Garmon to remind me to continue examining and defining my purpose; living the life of my choosing under the direction of G-d. What is your mystic?
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