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We woke at 5 a.m. yesterday morning to join others in Luang Prabang offering alms of sticky rice to the monks after their morning prayers. Monsoon or sunshine they walk in bare feet accepting what is offered -or not. It is quite touching to know, as they pass, that they are throwing themselves at the mercy of others and will eat as fellow-feeling offers — though most would describe it in other terms, of making merit, asking for blessings, remembering the deceased.
My dear companion is still offering while I am out taking her picture, having been too profligate in my offerings at the beginning of the line. The sticky rice is lifted from the small basket and quickly formed into a golf-ball sized offering and dropped into the passing monk’s begging bowl — and pretty quickly as the next one is coming!