As I walked in circles around the Stupa allowing my thoughts to percolate an icy winter wind fluttered the colorful prayer flags draped on lines around it. As memories of my past, both good & bad, rose up in my head the little flags of prayer reached out, caressing my arm just as old friends would when comforting me. Such peace from so simple an act from an in animate object. Have I truly gone so long without feeling such affections that simple, colorful bits of fabric bring me solace or have I become blind to the affections I receive daily from those close to me, making this sensation seem unique? A bit of both perhaps?
