I went to the supermarket the other day to buy some tea and a few other things. While walking along the shelves I had one of those moments of “heightened awareness.” Sounds all rather mystical and other-worldly, but I’m sure you know what I mean. It’s when you suddenly come out of auto-pilot mode and just see things differently.
I’m not sure why, but it was the peoples’ faces that caught my attention. There were faces with content written all over them as they obviously enjoyed strolling around and casually eyeing out the things they wanted. Others looked stressed with a kind of an ache in their eyes, wanting to get their shopping over and done with. Then there were the purposeful, their faces set and deliberate, knowing exactly what they wanted and where to get it. No strolling for them, just a straight resolute walk to the shelf and then to the till. I can go on and on, but for one brief moment I entered the world of human faces and what a world that is. It’s art at its best.
What fascinates me about the human face is that it’s so small, yet with an intensity of expression which is boundless. It holds within itself a world of limitless manifestation, announcement and language. Our faces speak, and no matter how hard we may try to silence that speaking, aspects of our personal stories will always wind their way in to the very fabric of our faces.
Imagine being able to read the language of the face? We’d certainly be lot more closer to and compassionate with one another. Surely, to really look in to someone’s face is to actually enter in to their life. No wonder they say that the face reveals the soul.
I’m sure I experienced just something of that in the supermarket. I can’t help thinking whether there was someone else there that day also experiencing a “heightened sense of awareness” and gazing at peoples’ faces. I wonder what they saw in mine? I’m not going to tell. All I can say is that there was a TV cricket broadcast about to begin, and I love cricket.