When I was at the City of Ten Thousand Buddhas in June, I remember helping an elderly nun transport some gardening stuff in my car…she was so sweet about it, asking why I was at the City and what I was doing there (I often asked myself those same questions:). She had placed some plastic bags in my trunk, so her ‘gardening dirt’ wouldn’t get all over my car. She was also seemingly surprised that a stranger would help her out like that, yet wanting me to see her garden and informing me how much work it was to keep it up. And I thought, gosh, her life is so simple and beautiful at the same time. I don’t know why, but I was touched by the simple beauty of life, that our soul and spirit could be nourished by such intangibility and purity.