Some time ago, we experienced quite a windstorm. More than wind, there was a dump of rain, thunder, hail, and all that. My wife and I were attending a Tibetan singing bowls sound-bath with some others in the cancer support community. I’ve described this practice before, here. In any case, the meditation is held in a large room with a tin roof—the kind of place you don’t want to be during a tornado. We’d just got inside when the gust front hit and knocked out the power. The instructor still went through the meditation, but the storm sounds blended ...
