All the powers of the universe are already ours. It is we who have put our hands before our eyes and cry that it is dark.
~ Swami Vivekenanda
And suddenly, there it is, a loud whirring crashing into the silence: a field cricket singing in the fading light. We all stop to listen. From a distance, we must look like a strange bunch, leaning towards a bramble bush. For us, though, the moment is holy. A tiny, solitary creature has the power to lift our spirits.