Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 02/04/09 at 05:36 PM I understand this moment, the sudden seeing that stops one's progression with realization and insight, and the ironic vision of the weeping trees swaying, the moving that stops us, the feeling of identity, the discordant sigh sent our on the wind, as a unison, or at least a "harmony". This heightening of awareness is beauty, which is what comes of it, the essential consolation, I think. A beautiful expression. |