It’s no small matter to find yourself in the middle of natural disaster — “Sal, wake up!” I was roused from sleep by an urgent voice in my ear. Not the most welcome thing at 6.40 am to the mother of a highly energetic toddler! It was Boxing Day, 2004, and we were staying at Amritapuri Ashram, the home of Mata Amritanandamayi, known by…