It was the field right out of that Blue Rodeo song, Side of the Road. Hidden somewhere between Macklin and Provost, in the R.M. of Eye Hill #382, I stood knee deep in grass, eyes closed and head back, waiting for revelation.
I’ve never understood why I sometimes feel the deepest sadness when I’m overcome by profound beauty or joy. It can be the most ordinary day, out for a walk in the evening, with the heat of the day gone but the sun still warm and a cool breeze carrying the deep green smell of grass mixed with autumn leaves – with the world a small, close, manageable place populated by parents teaching their kids how to kick a soccer ball in the park and cheers coming from the high school football field – when suddenly the tears blur my eyes and cover my cheeks and I have no idea why.
Maybe it’s the sun piercing my armour; maybe the breeze airing out my soul; maybe the sound of laughter makes me long for happiness.
I remember what Kahlil Gibran wrote in The Prophet: that “Your sorrow is your joy unmasked … When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy. When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.” Continue reading Why does beauty evoke tears?