Breathe

When we first met, I did not have enough money to bring this Buddha home, even though at first sight I knew he was supposed to end up in my company. A year later I could not find him - probably because I was looking for him - and then another year passed. To my delight, while not looking for him, I stumbled across him literally, since he was on the floor and quite dirty. I was very happy to take him to my home, where he had a spot waiting for him.


My husband did not quite get it at first, but when I told him that the presence was enough to give me joy every time my gaze fell upon that peaceful face, he understood (or was smart enough to just shut up). As I am in the phase of work till you drop from exhaustion and sleep deprivation, I easily get frustrated, angry, stressed and loose oversight. But one moment in his presence and my breath slows down and my happiness factor goes up. He might be made of clay, but there is more to him than molecules. I call him Siddhartha, which might be blatantly wrong, after one of my favourite books of one of my favourite authors (Hesse). After the purchasem it was quite fun taking him on all the errands we had to run. I am sure that people passing the car thought we are completely nuts. Maybe so, but at least happy!