Glitter as Spiritual Awakening

Glitter. To some the scourge of a well-stocked arts and crafts armory. To others a delightful toy. To still others a precision art tool.

And to some? A spiritual gateway.

The soul of glitter is one that sings to me. The idea that I could sparkle, catch what little odd pieces of light that stray and reflect them back into the universe delights me. The fact that it stays with me.

I have always loved glitter.

When I was quite young for the first time I had an inkling glitter might be a bad thing. My art teacher was out, for an entire week, because she had gotten one piece of glitter in her eye. Upon her return she had to wear an eyepatch for weeks.

I refused to touch glitter for a few years then. It was a gradual seduction back to it, first acknowledging the fun sparkle, then suggesting it in a poster, eventually to wearing it on my hands in wonder, to choosing makeup that had sparkles.

Glitter has always entranced me. In depictions of divinity and holiness we consistently see the divine and holy sparkle, shine, and yes, even glitter. We know them to be holy or divine because they glitter; only they possess that quality.

If I were asked to paint the colors of my soul it would be a dark glitter on a field of a color I can only describe by metaphor: the sky at midnight after a midsummer’s storm. To all that view it directly it would seem dark and ominous, but catch it from the corner of your eye and it would be alive with light, alight with color.

This describes me.

Sometimes I think I’m a good actor. I often manage to convince people of many things without any real intention of it. The fact that people can have any sense of surprise when they discover I’m an introvert, that I’m queer, that I’m Jewish, or any number of other things is a testament to my ability to meld into the fabric of spacetime into a shadow-figment that creates what they expect to see.

Glitter makes this impossible.

People must confront the fact that I have glitter on my brow. They must confront the pieces of me that shine when they look upon me.

That’s what glitter does for me.

It makes me visible.

It makes me bright.

Can you see me now?


About Michael Robinson

An eclectic person living in a world rife with binaries, opposition, anger and pain and trying to find the spectra, love, happiness and catharsis within.
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