- Published: 18 June 2013 18 June 2013
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It was a heart-breaking act, but somehow I knew it was for the best.
I took a deep breath, and handed over my Golden Buddha to my dear friends Davide and Esther.
Katrina and I had purchased one-way tickets into the unknown and our Virgin Atlantic flight was just days away from departing...
The sands of my life had shifted yet again…
We packed what we could into a couple of suitcases. All the things that didn’t fit were either given to charity or placed into an industrial-sized, storage facility East of London.
Neither end had seemed fitting for my little friend.
My thoughts danced to when we first met. I remember the day so clearly. I was poking around the confines of a dimly lit market stall in Camden when I came into his unmistakable presence. He affected me in an instant.
To the untrained eye, it would have appeared as if I had chosen him. But in truth, I think it was he who had chosen me.
He had entered my life at a time when I needed it most. My life as I knew it had disappeared in the wake of a near death car crash.
Although I wasn’t hurt physically, the accident had brought me into direct contact with the inexplicable.
As I pulled myself from the wreckage, I found myself by the side of the freeway trying to process the life that had just been snatched from me.
From that moment of first contact, my little Buddha had been resolute in offering me his steadying presence. It was as if he completely understood the internal terrain that I was attempting to navigate and had committed to mounting a solo vigil in my honour.
He silently witnessed me rise each morning and fall each evening, as well as traverse many unraveling moments in between.
If he had any opinions on what I was doing with my life, he kept them to himself offering only his peaceful and serene presence.
On my hardest days, it was like he was the single ray of sunshine in my clouded existence.
As I reflected on the blessing that the little Buddha had been in my life - I gazed softly at Davide and Esther.
They were indeed the perfect custodians. These two rare gems of the flesh had illuminated my life on this earthly realm in so many beautiful and inspiring ways.
Their home was a sanctuary to the sacredness of life and I knew that my little friend would be happy there…
A thought on loss…
I read a statistic once that suggested that each of us spend around 16 minutes a day looking for things that we have lost.
Loss is a very real and palpable part of the human experience. It can be really disorientating to live without someone or something that had once played a central role in the unfolding of our lives.
Working through the sense of loss is a very important and sacred process. Even though in the moment it never seems particularly easy.
The real irony of this tale is the Buddhist belief that the origin of suffering is attachment…
Personally, I see the whole process of losing things as some kind of divine invitation to find our true selves. And maybe… just maybe... it’s impossible to lose anything that has touched the deepest aspects of our being…
And so life unfolded…
Katrina and I moved to America and stayed around a year. We married in the Greek Islands, spent a period of time visiting our families in Australia and New Zealand before once again returning to England…
We purchased an old Victorian property by the sea and soon our attention was fully consumed by a huge renovation project. My little Buddha statue occupying but a nether region of my otherwise occupied mind…
A couple of months later and much to our delight, Davide and Esther shared that they had decided to move near to us by the sea with their baby daughter Solaria.
We knew that this could mean but one thing… that a salubrious house warming party was imminent.
Davide and Esther have a real knack for creating legendary party atmospheres, bringing together eclectic and spirited individuals to share music, food and heartfelt conversation. At each one of their gatherings, I always seem to find myself enraptured in stimulating conversations with other like-minded souls.
And it was quite by surprise that I noticed an old friend at their house warming that I hadn’t seen in quite some time.
He was sitting quietly on his own on the other side of the room. He looked radiantly well and exuded a deep happiness…
As I stayed with his unwavering gaze, it become obvious that the time we had spent apart had only deepened our connection...
And with that precious awareness, I knew in my heart that the time had come for him to finally return home…
Below - My Buddha returns sporting a new Yellow Lei - a lovely present given to him on his holiday experience from Davide, Esther and Solaria.