Zipy: The Spiritual Squirrel & the STORM 🐿️

In a busy city park, there was a squirrel named Zippy. But Zippy wasn’t just any squirrel

— He was a Divine Squirrel, 

— the Yoda of squirrels, 

— A zen master of chill. 

While other squirrels ran around like they were late for a nut buffet, Zippy just sat, nibbling peacefully. 

People would stop and say, “There goes Zippy, the guru of the park.”

One day, a storm rolled in, like an uninvited guest at a party. The wind howled, rain poured, and umbrellas turned into useless flying saucers. 

People were slipping, shouting, and getting soaked, acting like the sky had just declared war on them.

Devi, caught in the storm, looked up. There, in a tree, sat Zippy, munching his nut like it was the most peaceful moment of his life. He was unbothered. 

She yelled up, “Are you serious? I’m drowning, and you’re just sitting there like it’s a spa day?”

Zippy chewed slowly and replied, “The storm is only weather. But the sky? The sky has never changed.”

Devi, wet and confused, blinked. “What does that even mean?”

Zippy smiled. “Simple. Storms come and go. But I don’t chase clouds or sunshine. My peace? It’s like the sky—unchanged, unbothered.”

Devi stared, then laughed. Suddenly, the rain didn’t seem so bad. 

Maybe the storm wasn’t the problem

—maybe her frustration was. 

She didn’t need to fight the rain. It was just water.

Moral of the Story:

The world storms. That’s its nature. 

Sometimes sunny, sometimes wild. 

But awareness—the sky behind the weather—is always clear. Like Zippy, we don’t need to escape the chaos. We just need to stop identifying with it. Don’t grasp the clouds. Rest as the sky.

🌧️ “The storm is theirs. You are your space.”