My Injured Buddha


I collect Buddha sculptures wherever I go. I have them displayed in my home and studios in a variety of materials and sizes. I do not discriminate. It matters not to me  whether Buddha is represented in bronze, stone, marble, solid silver, gold, terra cotta, jade or agate and if I see a plastic Buddha that stirs me I will buy it, because I am sure that the humble Buddha does not mind and I personally have no shame. In my collection I have Buddha likenesses from Singapore, Thailand, Cambodia, Japan,  Hawaii and various other locations around the world and in the mainland USA.

By far the most unusual geographic location in which I have ever purchased a Buddha was in a little shop specializing in Tibetan jewelry and other exotic treasures in Flagstaff, Arizona. My sister and I were wandering around aimlessly one morning following our fancy wherever it led us, having a great, leisurely escape when we stumbled upon the place – the place where I found the Buddha for whom I carry the most affection of any in my possession.

I was going through a hard time during that month, feeling a little wounded and beaten up by life. The event that caused those feelings actually escapes me now, years later, which is a good thing. Whatever it was, it was only temporary. Maybe my sister would remember. Vicki? Are you there?

I saw this remarkable Buddha in the glass case. I asked to see it, touch it and admire it closer. The face appeared to be gold leaf, but I doubted that preciousness coming from there, a tiny little shop in Flagstaff, AZ. and it truly did not matter to me whether it was genuine gold leaf or not. The lady removed it from the case and sat it on the counter. I sensed its weight with that gesture; she said it was heavy steel. I immediately noticed the deep crack that meandered from the golden forehead up into the head; it had been damaged somewhere and sometime in the very distant past. I found that both sad and intriguing. She assured us it was from Nepal.

She told us that she had another one, identical except for the crack, in perfect condition and asked if perhaps I’d like to see it. Of course!

It was perfect. I could not believe there were two. Obviously I chose the blemished Buddha, because upon that day, when I felt the pain, I decided to embrace it. I was sure I was meant to have the blemished Buddha, and I felt I had found a true, personalized relic meant as a treasure just for me…found randomly in a tiny shop in a very unlikely location a world away from its birthplace, and now mine. It seemed like Karma to me.













8 responses to “My Injured Buddha

  1. Love the post- I believe their was a message for you from this Buddha- Even the most beautiful and simplest of things also come with certain pain- The fact that you picked the cracked one, which I would of as well, meant that both of you had a connection- Nothing is perfect and life isn’t perfect either- If it was, then how would we learn? How would we know our strengths and our weaknesses? How would we know if what we followed was right or was wrong? Everything happens for a reason and that Buddha was meant to go home with you-


  2. Lovely post, and story behind this Buddha. It was only right and according to plan that you would choose the one with the crack; definitely related to where you were in life then, and meant to be there for you at that moment in time.

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  3. Beautiful Buddha head. This less than perfect Buddha immediately “takes me back” to Laos, specifically Luang Prabang where there is a cave overlooking the Mekong river where any damaged Buddhas large or small, gold, silver, wooden are brought to their final “resting place.” It is quite beautiful and you would no doubt really appreciate it.


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    • Wow that is great information – would love to see photos of that sacred place. I have subscribed to your blog and will beging following – I am an empty nester nomad and look forward to reading it. Thanks so much for your comment!


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