Alters Or Altars?

To the delight of the head monk, she savoured her tea. Then she saw it on the ground beneath the chair; a white feather obviously from a small bird. In stark contrast to the large yellow-white cockatoo feathers from her homeland, the tiny white feather spoke volumes in silence to her inner receptivity. The head monk spotted her again in deep thought and perceived her vulnerable frame of mind.

photo credit: k.bell of meditation altar