Was thinking this morning of a number of classic scenarios which keep on popping up in the spiritual life. They seem to be not just classic aspects of

Is there any pleasure in life as great as that of offering a stick of incense, or making a prostration?

Could anything be so complete, so right, so wonderful in its simplicity and perfection? How amazing that something so simple, so small, could give such fulfilment and pleasure. How incredible, of all life's pleasures, that such a small things should be so complete.

And to think that before I was a Buddhist (in this life!) I could never have envisaged myself bowing down to anyone or anything :-)

Life surely is a strange and wondrous thing!