In this moment I am taken by the magical sound of water burbling. The lovely and calming water sound that I have in my office is from my cat Anubis’ fountain. I know others who have desktop fountains to serve the same purpose. I get a kick that my version—while just as Zen—is so practical (and Anubis concurs). But back to the point… Water is magical in so many ways. The sight, the sound and the feel of water are all enchanting aspects of water. I can stare at any body of water for hours and find solitude there. Listening to a babbling brook, a raging river or even the sound of water rushing out of a faucet are calming to me. The latter not surprising because I know what is next—a long hot soak in the tub, preferably with bubbles. And though hot soaks make me happy, particularly in the cold winter months, I love a cold plunge into a pool in the summer months (I will leave the cold plunge in winter to members of the polar bear club). I urge you to notice water around you and bow to its exquisite impact on all of life!
Not loth to have excuse to go,
Because the autumn eve was fair
(Though chill), because the fields were ours,
And by the brook our woods were there.
We ran as if to meet the moon
That slowly dawned behind the trees,
The barren boughs without the leaves,
Without the birds, without the breeze.
But once within the wood, we paused
Like gnomes that hid us from the moon,
Ready to run to hiding new
With laughter when she found us soon.
Each laid on other a staying hand
To listen ere we dared to look,
And in the hush we joined to make
We heard, we knew we heard the brook.
A note as from a single place,
A slender tinkling fall that made
Now drops that floated on the pool
Like pearls, and now a silver blade.