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Authors: Horst Steiner
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Isabelle felt safe. Light-green leaves where budding on
branches otherwise barren from the winter. She drove up the
driveway along the oaks. An occasional mulberry tree on the
property was showing its spring foliage. The trees lead her to the
front of Fuji's house and his open garage. Isabelle drove right in.
A push of the number two button on her car's universal
remote closed the gate behind her. Isabelle turned off the
ignition. She glanced at Fuji leaning against the garage's doorway,
arms crossed. Isabelle rushed past him into the house.
Fuji loudly cleared his throat. "Your
shoes?"
"I've never come across anything like this!"
proclaimed Isabelle while pushing her sneakers off without untying
them. Fuji didn't seem to be moved very much by her grippingly
animated statement. She continued as they walked into the kitchen.
"They were controlling traffic and there wasn't a single cop car in
sight my entire trip."
Fuji poured her a cup of tea, which he had
brewed in anticipation of his friend's arrival. "It's just ready
now."
Isabelle added cream and sugar, then took a
careful sip of the lightly steaming beverage. The warmth of the
liquid radiated from the center of her body. A calming sense of
relief filled her throughout. Isabelle closed her eyes and with a
deep breath, she took in the soothing energy that flowed from
Fuji's mere presence. Isabelle’s friend allowed her to relax while
they enjoyed their tea at the kitchen table. After they had
finished, Fuji placed the empty cups in the sink and invited
Isabelle to join him on a walk in his garden.
Fuji's yard took up most of the block.
Although as enormous as Isabelle's jungle-like exterior, Fuji's
land was carefully manicured and trimmed. Mulberry and tea trees
grew throughout a grassy landscape. Precisely-placed cherry trees
lined the gravel path that snaked across the garden behind his
house. Fuji had found a naturally flowing creek that cut through
his yard. Isabelle often said it was the creek that had found Fuji.
With as much as there was to talk about, Isabelle found great
comfort in the solace of Fuji's garden.
The questions would have to wait. The edge of
Fuji's property was home to various bushes and trees. The
vegetation had been cleverly layered and no one could ever tell
that six lanes of heavy traffic on Venice Boulevard were busily
rolling along on the other side. The babbling of Fuji's own brook
drowned out the rumble of the cars on the road. There was more than
that, though. Fuji had given the entire garden a positive energy.
It was a sensation Isabelle would experience every time she went to
Fuji's. Together, they crossed a small wooden bridge that arched
over the brook. Grass and ferns lined the edge of the
constantly-flowing water. Muffled, the soothing rumble of a
waterfall carried from across the pond. It had come time for
Isabelle to break the silence. She turned towards Fuji.
"I know this is because of my story about
limitless energy."
Fuji raised an eyebrow. This was a subject he
had expected Isabelle to bring up with him one day. "Limitless
energy?" he hesitantly responded.
"Yes, I came across a lead that energy can
come from nothing, literally out of thin air."
Fuji: "That's not at all what they teach in
school."
Isabelle: "I know. Do you realize what that
would mean?"
Fuji: "It means many people would want to
stop you."
Fuji and Isabelle had reached the edge of the
pond. The carefully-manicured lawn had yielded to the lake bed. The
pond was nestled on colorful, polished pieces of marble. Fuji and
his disciple sat down on two large boulders that laid on the
incline. Just within arm's reach, the water was lapping against the
gravel, making each piece glisten in the spring sun of this
beautiful Southern California afternoon. The wind had blown a few
orange and yellow leaves from the mulberry trees into the pond.
It was unusual to find such abundant exotic
foliage in the midst of Los Angeles. At least it was to most people
- not to
branches otherwise barren from the winter. She drove up the
driveway along the oaks. An occasional mulberry tree on the
property was showing its spring foliage. The trees lead her to the
front of Fuji's house and his open garage. Isabelle drove right in.
A push of the number two button on her car's universal
remote closed the gate behind her. Isabelle turned off the
ignition. She glanced at Fuji leaning against the garage's doorway,
arms crossed. Isabelle rushed past him into the house.
Fuji loudly cleared his throat. "Your
shoes?"
"I've never come across anything like this!"
proclaimed Isabelle while pushing her sneakers off without untying
them. Fuji didn't seem to be moved very much by her grippingly
animated statement. She continued as they walked into the kitchen.
"They were controlling traffic and there wasn't a single cop car in
sight my entire trip."
Fuji poured her a cup of tea, which he had
brewed in anticipation of his friend's arrival. "It's just ready
now."
Isabelle added cream and sugar, then took a
careful sip of the lightly steaming beverage. The warmth of the
liquid radiated from the center of her body. A calming sense of
relief filled her throughout. Isabelle closed her eyes and with a
deep breath, she took in the soothing energy that flowed from
Fuji's mere presence. Isabelle’s friend allowed her to relax while
they enjoyed their tea at the kitchen table. After they had
finished, Fuji placed the empty cups in the sink and invited
Isabelle to join him on a walk in his garden.
Fuji's yard took up most of the block.
Although as enormous as Isabelle's jungle-like exterior, Fuji's
land was carefully manicured and trimmed. Mulberry and tea trees
grew throughout a grassy landscape. Precisely-placed cherry trees
lined the gravel path that snaked across the garden behind his
house. Fuji had found a naturally flowing creek that cut through
his yard. Isabelle often said it was the creek that had found Fuji.
With as much as there was to talk about, Isabelle found great
comfort in the solace of Fuji's garden.
The questions would have to wait. The edge of
Fuji's property was home to various bushes and trees. The
vegetation had been cleverly layered and no one could ever tell
that six lanes of heavy traffic on Venice Boulevard were busily
rolling along on the other side. The babbling of Fuji's own brook
drowned out the rumble of the cars on the road. There was more than
that, though. Fuji had given the entire garden a positive energy.
It was a sensation Isabelle would experience every time she went to
Fuji's. Together, they crossed a small wooden bridge that arched
over the brook. Grass and ferns lined the edge of the
constantly-flowing water. Muffled, the soothing rumble of a
waterfall carried from across the pond. It had come time for
Isabelle to break the silence. She turned towards Fuji.
"I know this is because of my story about
limitless energy."
Fuji raised an eyebrow. This was a subject he
had expected Isabelle to bring up with him one day. "Limitless
energy?" he hesitantly responded.
"Yes, I came across a lead that energy can
come from nothing, literally out of thin air."
Fuji: "That's not at all what they teach in
school."
Isabelle: "I know. Do you realize what that
would mean?"
Fuji: "It means many people would want to
stop you."
Fuji and Isabelle had reached the edge of the
pond. The carefully-manicured lawn had yielded to the lake bed. The
pond was nestled on colorful, polished pieces of marble. Fuji and
his disciple sat down on two large boulders that laid on the
incline. Just within arm's reach, the water was lapping against the
gravel, making each piece glisten in the spring sun of this
beautiful Southern California afternoon. The wind had blown a few
orange and yellow leaves from the mulberry trees into the pond.
It was unusual to find such abundant exotic
foliage in the midst of Los Angeles. At least it was to most people
- not to
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