Recently, I’ve had some encounters with Buddhas. Everywhere I go, I see them and I’m drawn to them. I do not believe in them, I do not bow to them, nor do I pray to them. For me, they look nice in my home- in the (now) numerous spots I’ve placed them.
For weeks, I’ve been looking for artwork for my new bedroom. As I’ve said, the room is white and gray- and it’s yearning for something. And it’s not like I make dramatic or impulse buys…. as I’ve said, I’ve been looking.
Here’s the interaction between hubby and me, last night (aka: “His last Straw”)
Hubby: Did you purchase something for $253 in the Ukraine?
Me: Mmm hmm.
Hubby: Do you even think about the cost? Do you not know how to say no to yourself?
Me: We need artwork.
Hubby: (looks up purchase- after all, it was his PayPal) Another Buddha??
Me: This one is art.
Hubby: What’s wrong with you! You said the last time you’d stop buying them.
Me: I know…but this is different.
Hubby: We aren’t Buddhists. We don’t pray to them, they give no special powers, they aren’t helping you- stop buying them!
Hubby: If you like them so much, “go work in a Buddha factory.”