From Sky Burial (Xinran), following about a Tibetan woman. Inspiring!
Saierbao's face was so weathered that it was hard to tell how old she was, but Wen guessed she must be about thirty. She was an extremely calm and dignified woman who seemed to savor all her chores, however tough and exhausting they were. She never shouted or scolded. Even if someone knocked over her freshly made tsampa or spilled her milk tea, she didn't get cross. At most she would purse her lips and smile briefly as if she had seen it coming. Saierbo loved jewelry and draped herself in precious things even on ordinary days: with her necklaces, bracelets, and waist ornaments of agate, jade, gold, and silver, she was like a multicolored wind chime. Wen rarely saw Saierbo rest: her tinkling began the moment the first rays of light sneaked into the tent; at night, the whole family took its cue for sleep when the chimes fell silent.
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