Didn’t the Indian legend say, “In times of trouble, I will send a comforter?”
Look what came.
The Buddhist monks are fanning alive the spark that has existed in us all along. They offer flowers. They stop occasionally to say a prayer, pat a child, or tie a twine Peace bracelet around someone’s wrist.
People by the thousands are coming, bundled up in the snow and freezing cold, to stand by the roadsides to welcome them, to give them fruit or flowers, to say, “Welcome to our city, to say, “ Thank you.”
Thank you for showing up on my blog.
