Ah, but we want so much more -- something the books on aesthetics take little notice of. But the poets and the mythologies know all about it. We do not want merely to see beauty, though, God knows, even that is bounty enough. We want something else which can hardly be put into words -- to be united with the beauty we see, to pass into it, to receive it into ourselves, to bathe in it, to become part of it.
-- C.S. Lewis, from "The Weight of Glory"
This passage puts into words the feelings I experience when I look at trees like this, or fields of bobbing grass, or magnificent scissor arches, or ivy drooping to cover open windows. Lewis puts it so perfectly and succinctly that I shall leave it at that.
(photo: a grouping of trees at Glastonbury)
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