I love to hear the sound of trickling water.
I go to garden shops and stand in front of trickling fountains.
At the Beardsley Zoo, the greenhouse has Koi fish in a pond with trickling water.
We’d go to Saint Margaret’s Shrine. I was always drawn to the statues, and in particular to a large three tiered fountain with trickling water.
At our nearby park there is a small stream that cascades sparkling water over a small waterfall to a pond.
I feel transported to another realm when I hear this sound. There is something incredibly relaxing, refreshing, meditative about it.
It feels like I am drifting, floating, very conscious of the water element, as if it is speaking, alive, moving. I am drawn inward, mindful of the moment.
Maybe it’s because it is so primordial, like fire, earth, and air.
I hear the trickling water and I want to stay – I want to stop and stay. There’s such an immediacy and simplicity to it.
Maybe that’s what it is – it is pure essence. It’s almost like the beach, but more constant, more solitary.
Three Coins in a Fountain – I love that movie.
Water joining water - oneness – no wonder I’m attracted.
I feel like I am in a Zen monastery, or Japanese garden, or temple with water, some timeless place.
Perhaps you would like to hear trickling water, even if it’s in your imagination, and be transported inward, too.