I have a Buddha statue that has been standing at my front door for 13 years. I have Buddha’s throughout my house. To me buddha represents tranquility and love.
Through the years my Buddha has weathered the seasons well. So much so I took photos of Buddha titled seasons of Buddha. Buddha covered in snow with an extra dollop of snow on the top knot. Buddha in the heat of the summer and in the fall surrounded by falling leaves. Buddha in the spring with fresh shoveled mulch.
It has not always been pleasant for Buddha and I. Try as hard as I could to protect my Buddha he’s been broken.
One night at 9:30 one of my daughters came rushing into the house asking me for tape. Another daughter came rushing in asking for glue. I knew something happened, but man was I for a surprise. My kids went back outside and I naturally followed. Apparently, when my kids took out our dog the leash of the dog wound around Buddha, Buddha fell and Buddha’s head fell off. I was horrified! My girls wanted the tape and glue to try to fix my beloved Buddha. All I kept saying was Buddha, Buddha, Buddha. My kids just laughed but knew the seriousness of the situation and promised to fix Buddha back.
The next morning in the clear of the day I saw Buddha’s head was attached but there was a hole in his head, he was missing a finger and he was chipped. Oh well I thought to myself, he’s still Buddha.
I love my Buddha so much when I leave donations on my porch I attach a note to Buddha that states Buddha stays or I just bring him into the house.
The other day was extremely windy. As I was leaving the house I received a text from my daughter suggesting I bring in Buddha because of the wind. I texted her back great idea! I opened the door and saw Buddha had been knocked down. A few feet away was Buddha’s head. Oh no! Not again! I carefully picked up the headless statue and the head and brought it inside. I texted my daughter Buddha’s head fell off. My daughter texted me back we can glue the head back on. I am going to leave that assignment to my kids.
I look at my broken Buddha and think to myself my Buddha may be broken but it’s still my Buddha and we will be ok.