The Force and the Source
Have you ever looked out the window to see, before your very eyes, a storm, not brewing, but suddenly hammer its way through? I did. It was on this very day. I would say there was no physical warning. It just came, turbulently.
I was in the chair looking at the trees from our second storey. Suddenly those trees swayed in such a way that I didn’t know they could bend like that.
Of course, some didn’t bend. Some older growth just snapped and crashed. The winds with rain moved easterly, and it was severe for only about seven minutes. The downpour of rain then shifted vertically.
The sirens resounded throughout the city. I went for an aftermath walk. Sure, enough damage was done. Power lines were down in the Yorkville area. Cars were crushed under massive tree branches. Someone I spoke to on a stroll mentioned that the popular Eaton’s Shopping Centre downtown had major leakage coming from its high ceiling. With all this you can say it could have been worse.
“Nature is like the mind—turbulent,” I said to two guests in Govinda’s. They concurred that they were seeing themselves in the condition of the weather.
During my nighttime stroll, I took the opportunity to sit in a café chair by a parkette. I was having a break from the return of the wind. Indeed my dhoti experienced a good tossing in the air. I had to tame it, holding it down at times. I placed my japa beads on the table and was content to have them always near me. After all, it is the Kali Yuga.
May the Source be with you!