The dark clouds followed me into my yurt. I got inside just as they opened while thunder rumbled and lightning struck nearby. Massive downpour, amplified by the yurt acoustics had me relived to be safely inside.
Safe and snug, I got into bed. Hands folded in prayer, I dropped into gratitude for another good day with mom. I awaken to woodpeckers tapping their greeting to the dawn, multiple birdsongs and a world freshly washed clean from the rainstorm.
When you fold your hands together, can you spontaneously pray? What stops you? Ki to Happiness ritualistically prays so spontaneous prayers come forth each time my hands join.