"What we need will come to us... and at the end of the day our bowls will be filled."
When I was a girl in Korea young buddhist monks or nuns would come by
our house regularly with their begging bowls. We always filled their bowls with rice.
Although I didn't know it at the time, they were learning humility and we were
practicing generosity and compassion.
They would transfer our rice into a big sack and went on to the next house
with an empty bowl.
Raku bowl by; Toshiko Takaezu, 1922 - 2011
A long time ago, Toshiko gave me 3 raku bowls just because I admired them so.
Occasionally, I drink tea from her bowls and reflect on her spontaneous generosity.