The air smells the same.
The clouds in the sky have the same shape.
The ground beneath my feet still feels the same.
Nothing feels different except for the lingering feeling.
That feeling is that of an expectation fed by media frenzy.
One country stands above the noise, Taiwan.
And it feels like the quiet before the storm.
There is a palpable feeling of wait until it hits.
Whatever it is, that “hit” has no shape and no shadows.
But its anticipation runs deep with anxiety.
Surprisingly, I feel quiet and grounded.
The flood of anxiety has given way to inner quietude.
I’ve seen worse, much worse. I feel I’ve been through so many catastrophes. This is no different. They might not have been in this lifetime. Some feel so old, they are ingrained in my DNA. I don’t know why. I just have a vague sensation. Today, we sense a wave coming. Its swelling is a tsunami that already washed out Europe.
What’s next? Quiet quietude. Sitting quietly getting in touch with the inner Master. There’s nothing much we can do but recap, regroup, learn the high lessons, cement the foundations, and sit firmly grounded in Love, with a capital L.
What else is there to do?
