and together. Rock and liquid.
One of my must-visits at the JapaneseTea Garden in San Francisco is the solo fish swimming in rock (above). Then moving toward community, I am always delighted by koi -- liquid wildflowers. And then just before I leave, I take another glance at the tree on the left whose branches are the arms of a woman waiting to embrace us. Nature is pure poetry. Tell me, is it diabolical of me to stop at the fishmongers on the way home to buy salmon for dinner?