One day, when I was about four years old,
on a balmy Australian summer mid-afternoon,
I was standing a few metres from some dense vegetation.
A huge, well big to a four year old, a big shrub, or maybe it was a small tree, growing on the verge in front of the house.
As I was gazing at it, an amazing mobility occurred within this tree and shrubbery. A marvellous fluidity began to move through it all.
A shining, liquid, responsiveness was presenting itself to me. A melting magic was happening before my young eyes.