I find the distinction between refraction and reflection intriguing. The former entails two distinct mediums, such as air and water, or outer space and Earth's atmosphere. The disparity in velocity with which the waves of light, or sound travel accounts for the difference. Reflection on the other hand means throwing back the light, or heat, or sound without absorbing it. 

 

Many years ago when the youngsters outnumbered the oldsters at our house, I was more prone to upset. Normal shenanigans like bickering, and a tipped bottle of syrup could trigger me. There were days I was hoarse from yelling. Not that it helped. When I not only absorbed my children's agitation, but amplified it, and I know this will surprise you, things went badly. 

 

In hot weather, riding in a black car can be toasty. The dark color absorbs warmth more than white does. Perhaps I can be like a chameleon, choosing whether to draw in the heated feelings or not. 

Life is calmer now, though at least a portion of that small victory must be attributed to the end of interrupted sleep. Another wedge of the calm pie probably results from being less energetic. Angst, it turns out, takes a lot of work. 

I went out to lunch with a friend who has listened to me over the years. I blabbed about the current areas of discontent which she has probably noticed are remarkably repetitive. Yet she did not match my upset with her own. She listened with serenity. By the time we cleared our dishes I felt lighter. It was almost as if I dropped the discontent in the bins with the crumpled napkins. 

 

God, as I understand Him, is unflappable. The tables in the temple notwithstanding, He is long suffering and slow to anger. Considering how much more material He has in terms of children than me, I am impressed.