One day, when I was about four years old, 
on a balmy Australian summer mid-afternoon, 
I was standing a few metres from some dense vegetation. 
A huge, well big to a four year old,  a big shrub, or maybe it was a small tree, growing on the verge in front of the house. 
As I was gazing at it, an amazing mobility occurred within this tree and shrubbery. A marvellous fluidity began to move through it all. 
A shining, liquid, responsiveness was presenting itself to me. A melting magic was happening before my young eyes.