Walking into the kitchen of a small temple in Kyoto last spring, I was struck by the quiet simplicity of it all. Monks moved with a gentle rhythm, chopping fresh vegetables from the local market—carrots, daikon, and shiitake mushrooms—their hands steady and focused. It reminded me of my own journey into Buddhist vegetarianism, which began years ago after a health scare that forced me to rethink everything I ate. This isn\it\I\I\it\some days, I\it\I\d love to hear how it goes for you.
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