What Life as a Buddhist Nun Taught Me About Living with Bare Minimum

© Photographer I once owned only two sets of clothes. One set was on my body. The other was dripping on a line. I washed them in cold water, in a plastic bucket. No sun to help them dry. Just wind, time, and the bite of Himalayan air. I wore my outer robes for weeksContinue reading “What Life as a Buddhist Nun Taught Me About Living with Bare Minimum”