Inside the Dhamma Sirī Pagoda in Kaufman, Texas

I never got over those ten days of silence

Photo by Dan Freeman on Unsplash

No one told me where to go. Someone slipped a paper note under my door. The note wasn’t much bigger than a fortune cookie message. It said, This is your number. It said, You can use this number, if you wish.

The organizers must have covered this part in orientation, but I missed…