I read that a baby knows love as the face of the Mother.
I wonder if Mother is not loving does the child grow up not knowing love?
My Mother was loving when I was very small. My Mother sang little songs. I remember my Mother's face. I hold a memory of her from when she was in her 30's.
I got up from my morning table and walked about my house.
I began looking at faces.
I looked at photographs from Christmas past.
This photograph is of me on Santa's lap and my older sister, Cindy.
I remember seeing Santa at Macy's downtown. I remember my sister Cindy's face.
I remember her smile. I have her little gray velvet hat hanging in my entry.
She died in 2000. These days I think of her often.
For four years my husband was his Santa. For me my husband became Father Christmas.
For me his face is the face of love.
I love looking at my happy little face.
I seem to be filled with wonder and delight.
My daughter suggested I look in the mirror to see the face of love.
Perhaps for her I am her first face of love.
She also suggested I look at the photograph my husbamd took for my artist bio.
She said it was taken with the eyes of love.
I see the world through my eyes of love.
I think I will print this little collage.
I think it will be my first picture in my Healing Journey photo album.