When I was a child, I spent hours and hours playing with the hose. I loved to make streams.... and canyons... and I made piles of rocks (my "rocky mountain" as I called it) I would place the hose into the rocks and let the water cascade through the mountain... and simply sit in fascination watching and listening.... fantasizing about a full scale mountain with caves and streams... pure heaven.
Also... the sound of water flowing through a corrugated plastic tube was magical.
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“In the same way that you see a flower in a field, it’s really the whole field that is flowering, because the flower couldn’t exist in that particular place without the special surroundings of the field; you only find flowers in surroundings that will support them. So in the same way, you only find human beings on a planet of this kind, with an atmosphere of this kind, with a temperature of this kind- supplied by a convenient neighboring star. And so, as the flower is a flowering of the field, I feel myself as a personing- a manning- a peopling of the whole universe. –In other words, I, like everything else in the universe, seem to be a center… a sort of vortex, at which the whole energy of the universe realizes itself- comes alive… an aperture through which the whole universe is conscious of itself. In other words, I go with it as a center to a circumference.”~ Alan Watts