Everybody has their place of predilection and this quiet haven by the water is mine. Sometimes I lie awake at night troubled by some pettiness that would seem important at the moment, but back of my mind I'm reasured that come first light of day  I would make myself a cup of tea and sit in my quiet spot.  Many hours have I  spent here, reading, watching the birds and the fish, the occasional snake. Many hours I would spend here just simply  being. 

Then in those endless  hours  the elements in me and this space would become but one.  If you ever wonder what's missing in the me you would meet ...filling my cart with groceries at the local market, mingling at some fancy cocktail party with a glass of wine in hand or  pacing the corridors of a hospital anxious for a loved one.... maybe that missing element might be safe by the little water garden... and maybe that strange waft of water weed in the air, glimpse of a sparkle or a sudden overcast might be the spirit of the garden in me...

Then as Don Juan, my favourite person from my favourite book tells his pupil Carlos  ' this is the site of your last stand, you will die here no matter where you are. Every warrior has a place to die. A place of his predilection which is soaked with unforgettable memories,  where powerful events left their mark, a place where he has witnessed marvels, where secrets have been revealed to him, a place where he has stored his personal power'.  ( pg 168 Journey to Ixtlan )