A visit by an old friend

You can call it silly nostalgia, but today morning while myself basking in the sun I found an old familiar face that had been on and off my porch. More then often I have found myself mimicking the tone of my good’ol friend who happily sits lazying around eyes half open and shut. As he lay there for a minute or so I found myself connected to him like a call of the wild; or maybe just plain old mother nature in its infinitude faces. How often do you see a swift squirrel happily perched out with no human worry around.

Having read some pranic healing I have come to learn that all beings have an incessant energy flow which invariably connects them to the rest of the beings around and I tried to close my eyes in an effort to reach out; I guess the mere presence or my acknowledgement seems to heighten the effect and I felt a tinge of static current wiz past. After a few more minutes, I rushed inside to capture in those moments, to share in with the rest.

Untill you visit again; adieus.