The Mirror of Desire

     As much as I love the Harry Potter books and movies, it is little wonder that the first thing that popped into my head when faced with this weeks blog hop challenge was the mystical mirror of Erised.   Harry discovers it in an abandoned classroom in the first installment of the Harry Potter series “The Sorcerer’s Stone”.


      All of the inscriptions on the mirror’s frame are inscribed backwards so when reversed it actually reads “I show not your face but your hearts desire”.  Even the name of the mirror is actually desire spelled backwards.  According to Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster at Hogwarts, the mirror shows only your deepest and most desperate desires of your heart.

    As I contemplated the topic more, I wondered to myself exactly what I would see if I happened to peer into the depths of the mirror.  What mystery would I uncover?? Would it be obvious, or something I subconsciously desire more than anything else.  Deep within my heart, I believe I would be much like Harry Potter.  Although I had the pleasure of knowing and growing up with my family, they have since died.  My guess of my deepest heart’s desire would be to be reunited with my family again.  Not only reunited, but where they were all happy and whole with no worries and no sickness to plague them.  It would show us all together celebrating holidays and life.

        It would also be possible for me to see myself being successful doing what I have discovered I love doing best…creating, designing, and writing .  In that sense I would see much the same vision that Ron Weasley saw.  I would be successful, popular, sought after for my skills, and well loved.

If I really want to delve into my deepest desire…it would be to once again have someone who takes care of me and worries after my welfare much as I always take care and worry about everyone else.  Before my parents died, they fulfilled that role in my life.  I could always rely on them to be there for me and take care of me.  If I was sick, they were there to bring me cold medicine when I couldn’t afford it, make sure I went to the doctor, or when something went haywire with my vehicle they were there to help sort it out.  Since their deaths, I have no one to rely on but myself.  I desperately miss that care and devotion.  I miss the companionship they gave me.  I miss them period.  If I want a birthday or Christmas present, I have to buy it myself.  If I want decorations, I have to put them up.  If I want a birthday cake, I must bake it myself.  You get the picture.  It isn’t quite the same as having someone surprise you.

       What do you most desire? Wealth? Love? Fame? Time alone? Family?  Albus Dumbledore also stated that the happiest person in the world would see themselves exactly as they are.  In my mind, that would be a rare sight indeed.  Until next time when I give you another glimpse into the life of a trucker’s wife.