I’m not a big fan of Survivor. You know the show. I feel it celebrates cruel behavior, all justified with a prize of a million dollars. So when Poppy, (a fan) watches it, I’m usually on the computer, knitting, or doing something to take me away from it. But this last Thursday, I found myself actually enthralled in what I saw, and it was the faces of the Survivors in love.
Last week the show brought the loved ones of the group to visit them in Africa. I was amazed at the transformation of the contestants from thin, pale, and mean, to more relaxed features, as soft edges appeared around their eyes. Tears of joy washed away the weariness that veiled their features. These cruel people in a split second become softened by the heart, and made human by those they looked to for comfort in their lives. Right before the cameras, as if a magician reconstructed their souls, they changed.
Then when the spouses, friends and family members were taken away, the devil returned with a vengeance. They seemed more determined then ever to succeed no matter what the cost. As long as in the end, the million dollars dangling in their face, landed in their pocket. Love fed them like a celebrated meal, energizing their purpose for being there.
The whole scenario fascinated me.
I tried to find the words to describe those moments on the small screen when I found the faces change. It was something, that one knows happens naturally, but I had never experienced seeing it before. Or if I had, I was oblivious to it. What I found amazing, it was real. There was no make-up, no special effects, just human nature blossoming with the presence of love. Right on the screen the unique connection of the souls glowed, like diamonds left lying on the ground.
I never put a face on love, until I saw it for myself on Survivor. For the first time, I really saw the love that makes us all human and in so many ways better at this life. It supports the soul with a small beam of sparkling sunlight.
It’s hard to capture this look on paper. After realizing it is a real transformation, not just a writer’s imagination. For it can be a scene on its own. The face of true love uninterrupted by a physical touch or sex.
Question of the Day: Where have you experienced the face of love?