Deep rumbling in the night stirred me into wakefulness. Loud crashing thunder and lightning displayed the powers of nature as I witnessed with sleepy eyes from my yurt. This morning, gentle rains continue to wash away the dirt and grime of the heat, all flowing back toward the streams, rivers and oceans.
This mirrors the political environment. Last night was to be the “night of rage” as some referred to the predicted reaction to the results of the Supreme Court’s decisions. May the rage, once safely expressed, become a natural cleansing ever toward the One.
How are the storms in your life? Can you behold natural processes and allow yourself to become one with these cycles? Ki to Happiness flows through each storm.