Buddha of Medicine
I had the most magical, lovely experience this past Saturday. I completed the NAMIWalk with coworkers in the morning (hooray one PTO day, and cool to be supporting the elimination of the stigma associated with mental illness!), strolled Newbury St. with the husband and even walked to the Fenway and back...we did have a gluttonous meal at Yard House, I won't hide that.
On our walk along Newbury St., I finally went into Prem-La, a beautiful shop I've often walked past but have never ventured inside. Since I recently went to Brimfield and, as you may have heard, I did not successfully purchase a Buddha, I figured this shop would be perfect to find my own buddha.
The store is beautiful and chock full of lovely trinkets, prayer flags, clothing, figurines, jewelry, prayer and meditation rugs... I spent about 10 minutes staring at several different bookshelves full of different figurines. I wanted my Buddha to choose me, not me choose it. The shop owner offered some assistance and explained two different Buddha - one for compassion, and the other to protect from negativity. These were beautiful, but I didn't feel anything in my gut. Suddenly, sensing that realistically my husband was probably bored, I told myself to stop dilly-dallying and just choose. It was as if suddenly my brain emptied it's heaviness and I noticed one Buddha I hadn't seen before. I loved the open palm touching the earth, and the calm, soothing expression on it's face. I showed my husband and said, "this is it, this is the one."
I brought it to the counter and the shop owner laughed. I immediately panicked thinking I picked something silly. He said, "this is the Buddha of Medicine -" to which I said, "oh great this doesn't even apply to me!" The shop keeper continued: "it means healing, the open palm shows giving, and the bowl of herbs symbolizes healing." I became teary. Um, hello, serendipity kismet-ness!! Im a therapist, I assist people in healing, and I myself am trying to heal my own ailments. This was my Buddha.
We then had a lovely conversation about meditation, living within the present, Buddhist philosophies and way of thought...it was powerful. I felt like it was exactly where I was supposed to be at that moment, that I was meant to have a reminder of these important ways of living and being. No, I am not Buddhist nor one who actively practices any religion, but I truly appreciate and value the way Buddhists think and live.
I am trying to meditate daily, even if it's a walking meditation or one while I am washing the dishes or cooking dinner. I want to start a daily practice of sitting with my Buddha, setting my intentions, and taking a few moments to disconnect and breathe. I'll keep ya posted on my progress!
xx
S
On our walk along Newbury St., I finally went into Prem-La, a beautiful shop I've often walked past but have never ventured inside. Since I recently went to Brimfield and, as you may have heard, I did not successfully purchase a Buddha, I figured this shop would be perfect to find my own buddha.
The store is beautiful and chock full of lovely trinkets, prayer flags, clothing, figurines, jewelry, prayer and meditation rugs... I spent about 10 minutes staring at several different bookshelves full of different figurines. I wanted my Buddha to choose me, not me choose it. The shop owner offered some assistance and explained two different Buddha - one for compassion, and the other to protect from negativity. These were beautiful, but I didn't feel anything in my gut. Suddenly, sensing that realistically my husband was probably bored, I told myself to stop dilly-dallying and just choose. It was as if suddenly my brain emptied it's heaviness and I noticed one Buddha I hadn't seen before. I loved the open palm touching the earth, and the calm, soothing expression on it's face. I showed my husband and said, "this is it, this is the one."
I brought it to the counter and the shop owner laughed. I immediately panicked thinking I picked something silly. He said, "this is the Buddha of Medicine -" to which I said, "oh great this doesn't even apply to me!" The shop keeper continued: "it means healing, the open palm shows giving, and the bowl of herbs symbolizes healing." I became teary. Um, hello, serendipity kismet-ness!! Im a therapist, I assist people in healing, and I myself am trying to heal my own ailments. This was my Buddha.
We then had a lovely conversation about meditation, living within the present, Buddhist philosophies and way of thought...it was powerful. I felt like it was exactly where I was supposed to be at that moment, that I was meant to have a reminder of these important ways of living and being. No, I am not Buddhist nor one who actively practices any religion, but I truly appreciate and value the way Buddhists think and live.
I am trying to meditate daily, even if it's a walking meditation or one while I am washing the dishes or cooking dinner. I want to start a daily practice of sitting with my Buddha, setting my intentions, and taking a few moments to disconnect and breathe. I'll keep ya posted on my progress!
xx
S
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