A smile is the light in the window of your face that tells
people you're at home. ~Author Unknown
There is insurmountable beauty held within a smile. When I see someone smile, I cannot help but wonder, what well of joy is hidden inside? I get an urge to draw near and soak up the goodness around them, to stand in the shadow of their happiness. I am puzzled, where does their joy come from? Have they received good news? Do they hold a precious secret? What gave them liberty, that resulted in a smile?
The teeth are smiling, but is the heart? ~African Proverb
I have met a few people in my life who always smile. I have often wondered if their face is just shaped that way, you know a permanent, somewhat manufactured glued- on smile? It is like the face is frozen, more like a “snile”, instead of a smile. I will explain, to say smile, you must close your mouth; your lips contact each other in forming the word. But, in saying, “snile”, your mouth is open, your lips apart, teeth touching, in a frozen position. Go ahead, try it! I love bashful naïve smiles that reflect silent giggling innocence. The carefree toothless smiles are the best. I am intrigued by the "I'm so happy full-face smile", where the smile captures the entire face causing the eyes to squint. I am captivated by the wide-eyed smile of wonder. But a fake smirk, I can live without! And a sinister grin, well that is just downright scary! What about the hand over the mouth smile, what's up with that?
Alright, so I analyze smiles. I ponder and ask these questions because I find it a difficult task to smile. My face does not fill the shape of a smile easily. There must be something unique and wonderfully special to set my heart to laughter and bring forth a smile. Please, don’t get me wrong, I love to laugh! It is a magical liberation, a glorious emancipation of self.
I think my eyes are my, tell “tale”, they reveal my story held within. They shine as the morning sun, when I am truly joyful. They tear when I am moved by awe. At times, they are held downcast refusing to look at sorrow and deception. They twinkle when I am feeling ornery or excited. They appear distant when I am deep in thought. They dilate when I am curious. They are heavy when I am tired and weary. They are focused when discerning the written word.
Therefore, after I am lured by a smile, I look to the eyes of the gleaming face.... and I wonder, “What is your story, what treasures are hidden within”.
The teeth are smiling, but is the heart? ~African Proverb
I have met a few people in my life who always smile. I have often wondered if their face is just shaped that way, you know a permanent, somewhat manufactured glued- on smile? It is like the face is frozen, more like a “snile”, instead of a smile. I will explain, to say smile, you must close your mouth; your lips contact each other in forming the word. But, in saying, “snile”, your mouth is open, your lips apart, teeth touching, in a frozen position. Go ahead, try it! I love bashful naïve smiles that reflect silent giggling innocence. The carefree toothless smiles are the best. I am intrigued by the "I'm so happy full-face smile", where the smile captures the entire face causing the eyes to squint. I am captivated by the wide-eyed smile of wonder. But a fake smirk, I can live without! And a sinister grin, well that is just downright scary! What about the hand over the mouth smile, what's up with that?
Alright, so I analyze smiles. I ponder and ask these questions because I find it a difficult task to smile. My face does not fill the shape of a smile easily. There must be something unique and wonderfully special to set my heart to laughter and bring forth a smile. Please, don’t get me wrong, I love to laugh! It is a magical liberation, a glorious emancipation of self.
I think my eyes are my, tell “tale”, they reveal my story held within. They shine as the morning sun, when I am truly joyful. They tear when I am moved by awe. At times, they are held downcast refusing to look at sorrow and deception. They twinkle when I am feeling ornery or excited. They appear distant when I am deep in thought. They dilate when I am curious. They are heavy when I am tired and weary. They are focused when discerning the written word.
Therefore, after I am lured by a smile, I look to the eyes of the gleaming face.... and I wonder, “What is your story, what treasures are hidden within”.
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