Participating in Cherished Blogfest 2015, this one on zenkatwrites, my other blog!
When I look at my Buddha Ball
I see the long path of my spiritual life.
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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D.Katie Powell Art 
This is beautiful, Katie’ and ‘so you’. I never tire of hearing how your Buddha Ball influences you or seeing renditions. The infinitesimal roundness and the all encompassing contours are visually and sensually evocative. I feel sorrow and loss but also loving protection and forgiveness. I see one individual, and I see all of humanity. Trying to live without speaking/thinking labels is a generous inquisitive goal.
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That is some good writing for a comment, Sammers! Thank you!
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Mwahhh !! Big Sammer Hugs 💖
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OK Kate, you got me again. I was the guy that thought you were actually traveling through Italy, and now I thought you were kindly reblogging someone else’s post. I figured that you must have liked it because of the quality of the drawings. Thanks so much for participating!
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Nope — but I know a lot of others don’t know I write zenkatwrites. Always nice to “get” you — I may write another — it is a good writing exercise.
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