I watched the woman from my window. She was carefully picking small flowers from a shrub in the park and I wondered; why? What was she planning to do with the large bag of blooms? I crossed the road to ask her.
I'm giving them to Buddha, she said. Do you know Buddha?
I nodded, of course.
I like to offer flowers regularly but the flowers you can buy in Australia are so large. Small ones are better; there are many small flowers in Burma, my native country. But here, they are too big so I pick these tiny ones for Buddha.
I thought you might be going to cook with them, I said.
She laughed. I've been asked that before; one man thought I would cook them into a soup.
We laughed together and then I walked home, pondering her patience and the simple ritual she included in her life.
Curious, I wanted to find out why she might make this offering. I found ten reasons here. Rituals can be powerful, can't they?