Life is a tightly budded flower, thorny and gnarled on a bush, wind battered and opened to bloom, not their store bought plastic flower…
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“Sadhu, Sadhu, Sadhu” is how we usually end Buddhist chants, or ‘gatha’s,’ many of which are recited in set groups of verses…
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Most of my Christmases have been summer ones—a concept people outside of Australia take a while to get their heads around…
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he busy streets normally filled with cars were replaced with loud, colorful parades…
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HALLOWEEN SPECIAL:
In the Pacific, we wore our polyester costumes as loosely as we could to avoid sweating in them. Some of us only wore underwear under them…
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