Quite often, sitting out on the day-bed against the wall of the rondawel, I am graced by a visit from a passing ele. Sometimes, knowing that I am present, they don’t alter their stride, and even after my usual greeting, they ignore me and continue on their way. But sometimes they come toward me, pretending to do something at one tree, and then another a little closer, until they are almost a trunk away, and I feel the vibration of their greeting deep within my body. That is the quintessential elemoment! moments I live for.