Symbols in the garden .

These are times when symbols become important for all sorts of reasons. They can represent some things or people that no longer are there. It's a mistake I think to place too much emphasis on a symbol but as we go through life we collect small things that often become huge in our minds and memories.

The cross is a symbol I've spoken about before but another cherished symbol in my life has always been the Buddah. During my trip to Sri Lanka there were Buddahs everywhere...and I didn't really like most of them to be honest. I liked the quiet, seated Buddhas to be found in secluded spots The carved wooden crib I nearly bought had the baby Buddha in his cradle in the manger complete with snails on his head to keep it cool from the heat of the sun!

Here In my office I have my bronze Buddah given to me by a friend thirty years ago which stands as a symbol of inner peace on my book case .

Yesterday I bought a new one. I unwrapped it from its bubble wrap feeling slightly apprehensive about it.

I need not have worried. It is for the garden and is a baby Buddah. Heavy , polished resin it stands amongst the hellebores and makes me smile every time I see it. The new path David had built when he was already very ill has become a potent symbol for me. And now the baby Buddah sits looking out on it.

I'm not sure what it symbolises. I just like it a lot!

 

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