I have lots of fun being out with nature and creating with the materials of the environment. I find that the energy of the natural world not only provides space for introspection and therapeudicity, but also nurtures play and fertilizes creativity and profundity.
Large and colorful rocks, then broken down into smaller rocks, and those into smaller rocks, then down into sand, then down into the infinitesimally tiny invisible stuff.
Sticks with nodes spiraling about. Branches branching with more branches that came from larger and larger branches. The nakedness of this season's trees like an interconnected thread of time and possibilities.
Crunchy leaves. Flaking and fragile. Disintegrating with the softest touch. Breaths of the wind playing with the foliage of nature's dress.
Light creating shadows that move with the earth, which moves around an essentially giant ball of magic very far away that allows for the emergence of more possibilities, creating more complex patterns in a woven tapestry of rhythmic wiggles.
And thinking about how these things and the objects that are constructed are embedded in the process of time; that everything is always changing and being transformed. A house of sticks trampled by the wind. A Zen garden erased by waters. Nature. Is. The. Coolest.