from Tibet to Oz on a lightning bolt


The storm heat built up all afternoon and by early evening could contain itself no more. It exploded in a fury of whip-cracking rolling crashing thunder, massive sheets of lightning, torrents of rain.  The parched earth was waiting with open arms.

Sleep was impossible; the action was too intense, loud, immediate.

Folded up on my zafu, thunderbolts flying clear through my body, lightning exploding from my head, I am a character in a Tibetan drama.

Until the door chimes bring me back to the theater of suburbia, Australian-style.

With every lightning strike they burst into a merry tinsel-town tune – a different one each time.  Very odd really, since they were disconnected from mains power months ago.  There must be a little battery inside with a trace of energy that recognizes the energy of the lightning bolt . . .


7 thoughts on “from Tibet to Oz on a lightning bolt

  1. OH!!! Dearest ML…There are some chimes here too that have one of those Trace Energy Batteries built right in. Goes straight to this heart — by-passes the whole nine yards. 🙂 ♥

    1. Is that what they are called – Trace Energy Batteries? Amazing.
      Especially when I look at what was scribbled the next morning – which will be posted tomorrow …
      Watch this space! 🙂
      Thank you for commenting – enthusiastically and wittily, as always.

      ~ ml

  2. I am laughing out loud at this one! The image is just too much! Hopefully my “trace battery” will remember soon, and those chimes will ring once again! Love it dear ml! C

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