While we had a cool cloudy Spring day, my friends on Guam were battening their hatches against Typhoon Mawar. I reached out to them to let them know I am thinking of them and sending them love and support. I recall our times together during the super typhoon Paka in the late 90s, and pray they are spared from such devastation.
Big storms are humbling. They let us know we are not in charge. I am humbled again, simply in recalling the winds that were in excess of the instrument’s ability to record the speed for being broken in the gusts beyond 250mph in that double eye system.
What storms have you weathered? How humbled? Ki to Happiness is humbled by nature’s beauty, softness, and power.