Storm passed through the Island mid-afternoon

Driving on the tree lined back roads of Stony Brook, she prayed for all beings. A heavy rain, and high winds created challenges for her driving. Looking up at the graceful elderly trees, some of whom were arched over the road, she then prayed that their branches would not snap, and fly into her range of vision, or fall onto her car or windshield. She kept breathing and praying through the thick of the storm. She prayed for herself, and she prayed for all beings that they be safe.

Arriving home, no power was lost. She made dinner in advance, convinced the power would be lost sometime in the evening. Close to bedtime, power was lost. She prayed before sleep overcame her- for all beings in all points of the planet. That they be safe, and free of harm. And they know--how very much they are loved-- now and always.

Waking at two thirty, she felt the power would be restored before dawn. She got up to have a snack, and play with her cats. In less than an hour, the power was restored. Being that it was so close to dawn, she decided to stay up, listen to the sounds of birds as they grace the airways with song and celebration. The sky now tinged, a lovely cimarron, she now faces the day-- heart fully present to all the miracles as she listens...  pee oh pee oh... to the song of birds in the Maple, waking.