The journal of a normal white girl from a conservative Christian family who found herself to be a liberal, vegetarian, tree-hugging, Buddhist in the middle of Nebraska beef country ... and then moved to big, bad Los Angeles to become a Buddhist chaplain much to everyone's consternation, including her own.
April 27, 2008
Ah!
I found my mala. It was at the bottom of my laundry basket, wrapped up in one of my shirts. I must have forgotten to remove it before I took my shirt off.
I feel both happy and relieved to have it around my neck again.
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