I’ve been busy this week taking classes, which has led me to thinking, among other things, about how much of life is spent wishing for something.
Like world peace, or
or a nice get-away vacation, or
some “new” stuff
or new horizons, or
just freedom. Depending on where you are at the time.
Summer, that is — here in the Northern Hemisphere, anyway. The days are still warm, the nights comfortable. Unless it’s raining, of course. There’s been a tendency for that this year. Fall is coming soon, but there’s still a lot to enjoy. Hmm. could be a metaphore….
They live among us, these figures of belief. This one I found outside an apartment where I was living. I don’t doubt that the person who put it there meant to remind us, in some way or other, of the great saint who loved all living things. And the figure below, from a Buddhist garden is also, I’m sure, meant to bring to mind something more than ornamentation.
Then there’s a more ambiguous category. Like this Buddha from a friend’s garden. It expresses, maybe not belief, but certainly, solidarity.
Some things are more ambiguous still. I’m not sure what to make of this fellow below. But that’s just my ignorance. Perhaps somebody knows.
About these last, maybe it’s anybody’s guess. Anyway, there were for sale.