Calming the emotional storm (



 Jesus was in a boat with his friends the disciples. He was sleeping. The weather turned bad. Soon there was a storm rocking the boat. The disciples were very scared, and Jesus kept sleeping. They woke him up in a panic!   "Hey! Jesus! We're going to capsize!" 

Jesus stood up in the boat, opened his arms, told the storm to calm down.... and the storm calmed down.  

Have you ever had this feeling of being somehow connected to the atmosphere and felt you could ask the rain to wait a little bit for you to have time to go home? Then the rain held on until you passed your door, saying thank you!  

 Of course this can easily be called "pure coincidence" and dismissed, but sometimes it happens and  you feel you're not alone.

The storm may be an emotional storm, a tempest in the mind. 

There is a way not to get caught in it and taking it from there it's possible to tell it to calm down.  There is peace at the centre, and a distracting world that revolves around it. 

There is a dot at the centre of a circle.

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