Participating in Cherished Blogfest 2015, this one on zenkatwrites, my other blog!
I first saw a Buddha ball on
day one of a week-long meditation conference held by Brugh Joy.
It was sitting on one of the tables
among a cacophony of spiritual iconography from all traditions.
It was midday, and, unable to do
sit meditation all day, and
not feeling particularly spiritual,
I was looking to draw something.
When I picked it up, I liked the feel of the fist-sized statue in my hand.
I stole it for the week.
I took it with me everywhere, and drew it from all angles.
When Brugh and the group were talking, I drew it while I listened.
During meditation it was my makeshift altar.
I heard someone call it the weeping Buddha during the conference.
I could see that,
but I thought about something Brugh had said…
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