“Broken” Buddha

I accidentally tripped yesterday over a ceramic Buddha while working in the garden.  Hitting the nearby flagstone, it shattered, though thankfully into big chunks–the crown of the head, the right arm in two and the hand also severed.

I gathered the pieces and was pleasantly surprised they fit together relatively easily with little sign of damage.

After being patiently super glued, the Buddha has returned to its garden location.

I began to wonder if we are all somehow like this Buddha–if we, piece by piece, through yoga, meditation, and life, are patiently being reconstructed with love and compassion into this whole Buddha we’ve somehow forgotten.