I listen to the water as it spills from the ledge beneath me. I see the blue of the sky reflected in this arid place. The regular cadence of the moving water gently reminds me of its presence. Its silky strength is sufficient to reshape stone but gentle enough to flow through this garden. The elegance of the stalwart tree as she bends towards the water shimmering over the pattern of the rocks. This triumvirate of water, stone, and tree demanding me to pause and seek an understanding of my strength and vulnerability. This natural consolation.