Sitting on the roots of the giant weeping willow, legs dangling in the pond was her favourite place to meditate. With her palms skimming the surface of the water she could sense all the life within the pond she could feel each ripple caused by a fish swimming, or a reed swaying. She was so in tune with the water that she felt the reverberations caused by someone walking behind her before she heard them.
She let out a small sigh of irritation of having been interrupted. Eyes still closed, she didnât even bother to turn her head around to call out to the person behind her. âYou should learn to walk more quietly; your loud clomping disturbed me and the fish.â














