A cruel bumper sticker says that “Beauty is only skin deep. Ugly goes all the way through”. In reality, ugly is superficial.
Judging a book by its cover is easier than reading the book. Snap assessments release us from the responsibility of making an effort to understand someone. We are obsessed by beauty and repulsed by ugly. What is beautiful to one may be ugly to another. We flail about in a whirlpool of opinion, judgement and criticism.
When we Love, we know that within a stark field of blackened burnt grass stalks, brilliant green sprouts of new growth lie dormant, waiting to emerge. In the bulbous and disfigured contraction of an old cooper’s hands, thousands of barrels stand ready to serve.
Love knows that in the fallen trunk of a tree, a red-golden angel waits to be carved from the wreckage. In the bald head of a recovering cancer patient, Love sees the potential for a thicker crop of glorious tresses.
Beauty and ugly are subjective, until we Love.
Extract from “Reflections on Love Reflections on Life”, available from http://www.publisher.co.za/publisher-ebook/view/productdetails/virtuemart_product_id/388/virtuemart_category_id/85.html