Welcome to the Commian podcast. This is Jeff Krasno. Happy New Year to everyone.

Personally, I had planned on a relatively sedentary end to 2020, as if there was any other option.

But despite my best-laid plans to ease gracefully into the new year,

destiny had other ideas. Many of you may receive my weekly Sunday commusing article,

where I address a breadth of issues from the spiritual to the sociopolitical, and on occasion I will

record an audio version of these articles and release it as a bonus episode.

So today's recitation is about how my year ended with a bang, quite literally.

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So, without further ado, here's this week's commuting entitled Win Lightning Strikes. A hot white light encased me as a crystal vase shattered inside my head.

Gone as fast as it came, this vivid encounter completely enveloped my entire being.

Last Sunday night, I lay in bed in the melancholic Alpenglow of Christmas,

knackered and bloated from holiday revelry.

I was pondering the content of this very episode,

mulling over resolutions both personal and general

and their relationship to human potential. I was mentally dusting off my Maslow and his hierarchy

of needs as rain began pattering like mice feet on the rooftop. Candidly, I felt a bit fallow.

My ideas harvested, milled, baked, sliced, and served up.

My mind cast about for droplets of inspiration to sponge up. The drizzle had become a downpour.

It hadn't rained but a spit since April in Los Angeles. Now the heavens opened up.

God's pent-up grief undammed in the waning verses of a most epic, if tragic year.

In the hot, dry climbs of California, the first rains are an occasion for rejoicing. For years now, fire season has been merciless.

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