I keep getting drawn back to that old box of slides from my trip to Nepal. This tiny stall hidden down a back alley in Kathmandu was selling beautiful mandalas. Microcosms representing various divine powers at work in the universe. Sacred spaces separated and protected from the ever-changing. Vast Buddhafields. [NOTE: I wanted to buy one of these, but the owner of the stall was nowhere to be found. Talk about non-attachment].