We see a face in the shining visage of the full moon.
It’s not so much a matter of there being a fully developed
set of facial features on its surface to perceive
as it is that we, looking for facial features, find them.
It’s what we’ve been doing all our lives.
When our parents first held us,
we looked into their eyes;
we recognized features there,
though we had no names for them:
eyes, a nose, a mouth,
set in a roundish, oval.
And from that point on,
when we heard a voice or recognized
the form of a human, we looked for that
indicator of their intent,
that source of love and approval
— the face.
Many times, I’ve noticed,
especially when my mind is tired,
that staring into seemingly random patterns on walls
on floors, even ceilings, that my brain will form those patterns into faces.
Bearded and bewigged ones, angelic ones;
too many Lincolns, Washingtons, and cherubs to count.
But it all links back, ultimately to those first experiences,
when being lifted from crib or cradle, we came quickly to realize
that the best indicator that we were loved
was a smiling, cooing face, searching our own
for signs of a response.
I think that’s why the craters and shadows
we perceive on our friendly sallow-faced satellite
most often seem to be smiling back at us.
Western outdoors adventure writer Craig Childs
tells of an experience deep in a slot canyon
leading into the main basin of the Grand Canyon.
He had been wandering interconnected canyons for days,
isolated from human companionship,
when he heard voices ahead, hidden in the folds of the rock.
He definitely was drawing closer
and the voices became clearer as he approached.
He could almost make out the words of their
He was about to shout a greeting
when he turned a bend and found water flowing over rocks.
Like faces from the visual,
we seek to make human conversation
from the auditory.
It’s almost enough evidence to make you think
we are deeply, to the core of our souls,
engineered for connection to each other,
to the giving and receiving of love and attention
and mutual validation through our interactions.
Perhaps we are all bits of the Trinity,
longing for the give and take of connectedness.
Bits of the Trinity longing to share the give and take
of life and love with humanity,
even if we have to create them ourselves.