Below Prenn mountain, there is a small temple. My teacher lives and practices there.
I brought a juice press machine — it had been sitting unused at home. At the temple, it would serve something real: fresh fruit and vegetable juice for visitors seeking rest and restoration. A better use for it than collecting dust.
My teacher smiled and said it would help everyone who comes through. That felt like enough.
We meditated together, discussed ideas that had been sitting in my mind for weeks, and shared a simple vegetarian meal. The simplest visits are often the most nourishing.