Buddha in a Bubble & Robin Williams. ~ Anne Samit

Via Anne Samit
on Aug 12, 2014
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Photo by Anne SamitI’ll say a little prayer for you. Forever, forever, you’ll stay in my heart. ~ I Say A Little Prayer, Aretha Franklin

I have a Buddha in a bubble!

My children surprised me with a snow globe that houses a golden Buddha, seated in a peaceful womb of gold and glittering with sparkles that alight on his shoulders, his head, his hands, his lap and his feet.

Every morning, I shake my Buddha!

And I watch as my vanity lights illuminate the sparkles as they glisten and swirl in a dance to start the day.

At the closing of one of my very first yoga practices, I sat for the first time with my hands in prayer while the instructor said a few words.

He instructed us to exhale what we no longer needed and to inhale some goodness into its place. After the practice, I was so hypnotized, I would have followed any instruction, and this seemed easy enough. I was surprised how visual it was for me, and I exhaled what I imagined as the color gray, and I inhaled what I imagined as the color white.

During subsequent practices, he’d ask us to send some positive energy to someone we loved.

At that point, I hadn’t heard much about energy, but I’d find myself visualizing this, too, and I’d imagine white stars falling on the person to whom I’d choose to send some love.

With some more years of practice under my belt, these stars have turned from white to gold. Somehow, now, for me, imagining these falling, golden stars have become a sort of visual prayer, the kind I say after moving on my mat.

More recently, one of our instructors was not well. For several practices during his recuperation, I’d find myself imagining him seated like a Buddha with gold stars falling all around, landing on his head and sticking to his shoulders like ornaments on a tree.

And, so, it was with surprise that I received this most thoughtful of gifts, my Buddha in a bubble, complete with sparkles as gold as the stars I send in my prayers and sitting there like someone who’s been blessed.

Every morning, I look at this Buddha, and I see the gold dust all over him. He’s even sitting in some. And, to me, he looks blessed, and I see in this image that it’s possible to be surrounded in blessings whether we know it or not.

For many, it can be hard to see such blessings—especially the kind that can’t be seen or touched.

But the blessings are there, because we are here.

This week, actor and comedian Robin Williams died. So did the daughter of a friend of mine who herself passed away a while back. And it makes me wish that it was possible for them to have been sustained by the golden prayers that I’m sure were sent to them and that I’ve no doubt they had sent to others.

I’m thinking that they, too, were sitting in some gold dust—maybe even with some of it resting on their shoulders and in their hair and on their feet.

And, it’s a safe bet that they’ve even left some behind in their footprints.

I think it can be very difficult to exhale that which no longer serves us.

Sometimes, it can get stuck inside, and I think this may have been some of what happened to these souls. And it makes me wish that more of us would have known of their struggles, so that as many golden prayers could have been sent to help in whatever way they might have.

Last night, at the end of practice, a siren blared as we sat there in prayer with the room quiet and the sky dark. And the instructor said that, growing up, he was taught to say a prayer when a siren went by. So he asked us all to do the same…to say a prayer for someone we didn’t know, but, for whom, if we did, we’d love and bless, all the same.

I got home later that night and prepared to settle down for the evening, my Buddha on the vanity, serenely protected in its globe.

I picked it up and gave it a good shake.

And, as I looked inside, I saw that the vanity lights had formed a halo around his head, and I watched one more time as the golden blessings swirled all around and then settled down for the evening, too.

I took a picture and sent it to my children, so I could send my love and say good night and give them both my blessings.

 

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About Anne Samit

With the sole intention of exercising for the first time in her life, Anne Samit's simple quest to exercise ignited a therapeutic journey of self-discovery. She blogs on the impact of her practice, and her new book, Unfold Your Mat, Unfold Yourself: Essays on Yoga’s Healing Truths and So Much More, compiles these essays in an effort to share with readers both the awakening and the solace that she has found on the mat. A native Washingtonian with a passion for writing, an interest in painting and a background in public relations, she is presently an executive assistant at a health industry consulting company. Her two children live in New York City where they practice yoga, too. Connect with Anne on her blog and on Facebook.

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2 Responses to “Buddha in a Bubble & Robin Williams. ~ Anne Samit”

  1. Chris Delaney says:

    Hi Anne,
    Your article is touching and heart-warming. I enjoyed the imagery you evoked in my own mind upon reading about the stars falling upon someone as loving energy blessings. Really, quite touching. I am also impressed with the Buddha's flowery robes and seek permission to use the image in a flyer for my meditation classes. Please contact me at your convenience at the email provided. Thank you and Namaste.

  2. Anne says:

    Hi Chris. Thank you for your kind words. I'm glad you the article evoked for you the imagery of the falling stars. The photo is part of the artwork for my book, Unfold Your Mat, Unfold Yourself, and so, unfortunately, it is not available for distribution. Sending this reply with lots of golden stars.