REFLECTION In the movies someone stares intently into a tarnished mirror or beside a body of water, and someone else is always there with them—a mentor with an old soul—to gently stir them to look harder . Slowly something foreign materializes through the familiar reflection, and we are left to wonder if this is a trick of the light or a momentary pull-back of some veil or other. Pull back enough and even the well-trod grass of the back- yard begins to writhe with insect life, invisible without a down-shift of focus. So focus, and observe how two questions begin to emerge, disrupting the face looking in like bubbles from the bottom: Where else is life hiding, and who is here with us—just now—whispering, deeper