Reader M.C. Coolidge shares the story of a stolen Buddha statue.
This was not the awakening I had in mind
Until recently I had a Buddha statue that sat just outside the front door of my home. The Buddha was visible from inside the living room through a wide, floor-to-ceiling window. I would sit in front of this window to meditate, and the Buddha—frequently with a lizard atop his head—was the first thing I would see as I opened my eyes at the end of the meditation. On this morning, however, my eyes widened in heart-struck horror at the empty spot where my Buddha usually sat. Apparently, while I slept, a thief crept to my front door, hefted the large, concrete Buddha off his stone perch, and carried him away into the night.
The statue was precious to me—brought to my home over 15 years ago after I had extricated myself from an abusive relationship. Its solid presence imparted a much-needed sense of tranquility, and it also symbolized a concept I’ve struggled with accepting: that the only permanent condition of life is impermanence. I know this is true—my own life has certainly shown that. But since my divorce, I became attached to thin …