My best friend gave me a little figurine of a meditating Buddha. Its head was still on.
I meditate and I really like Buddhism. In a nutshell to me, it’s about letting go of our need for things to be just-so.
Our first big excursion to the mountains since my last concussion, a long road trip to the Canadian Rockies (Pictures here. That place was indescribable). . . . I was really nervous as we prepared to leave, because travel is my thing and mountains are my best friend’s happy place . . . but my concussion on our last adventure (also outrageously epic–the adventure, not the concussion) had done a number on me, and each month since then had felt hard, sad, gloomy–anything-but-adventurous.
So I brought my little Buddha along. To remind me not to hold on too tightly to my expectations for the trip. To help me know that it would be okay if everything didn’t end up being just-so. Its head was still on.
Things did NOT go just-so.
Morning, middle-of-nowhere, Saskatchewan, my adventure buddy’s wrist started hurting where a few days earlier she burned it on the stove. It started getting red and it became a small bump. By the end of the day it was a not-at-all-small bump, the entire arm too painful to use much. We checked into our Canmore hotel and after several frustrating calls to insurance we drove to the local emergency room where after a quick glance the doctor hooked her up to an IV for antibiotics.
Four visits to the emergency room in three days. Fevers, dizziness, red lines starting to spread, a panicky midnight outing to find a thermometer interrupted by my phone ringing and my best friend telling me that she was now shaking so violently she could hardly hold onto anything.
Honestly, it was scary as hell. I think scarier for me than for her. It got a lot worse before it got better, and I knew that infections going bad wasn’t a thing you want to experience.
Day two or three–the days became a blur of emergency room and hotel room–just out of the woods, I hopped in the car to go pick up some groceries–completely drained of every kind of energy. I grabbed my little Buddha and held it in my palm as I drove, more for its vague feeling of comfort and familiarity than for anything else.
I hopped out of the car at the grocery store and tossed my little Buddha into the center console, and heard two things bouncing around. I picked it up. Its head was gone.
*feeling when your heart sinks but even sinkier*
I broke my little Buddha. :(
And then I sort of grinned. No sh**, may as well, everything else is broken. I guess it’s exactly appropriate that my little token of not-holding-on-too-tightly broke.
At first I thought about replacing it, but more and more it seemed perfect to me that it stay broken. Because now–every time I see it on my desk–I remember just how much holding on too tightly doesn’t work. That “broken” is only “broken” in the context of my need for things to be just-so.
In the 5th century BCE, a man named Siddhartha Gautama lived in what is now Nepal. His family was wealthy, but he was struck by the pain and suffering he saw in the world, so he tried being intentionally-poor instead. It didn’t “work” for him, so he embraced “the middle way”–a life of moderation: not desperately seeking ease and pleasure, but also not seeking pain and self-abasement. In all this practice, he learned a lot about life and then he taught the people around him a lot about life and then he became known as “The Buddha.”
“Dharma,” the teachings of The Buddha, have at their heart the “four noble truths.” Dukkha, Samudaya, Nirodha, and Magga. And the first three are why I love my little broken Buddha.
Dukkha: Suffering is a thing. It’s a part of life.
Samudaya: Why is suffering a thing? Because we think things are supposed to be just-so. We crave pleasure, we desperately try to control, and we hold on too tightly to what we think we want or need or love. Attachment.
“According to Buddhist psychology, most of our troubles stem from attachment to things that we mistakenly see as permanent.” ~ Dalai Lama
Nirodha: There is an antidote to suffering: Letting go of attachments, obsessive cravings, and desperate control, and living fully in the present, one day at a time. Acceptance.
What are you holding onto too tightly?
I still bring my little broken Buddha with me whenever I go out of town or when I have a big scary thing that I think needs to go just-so.
It’s a perfect reminder not to hold on too tightly.
Things break. Things hurt. Things fade.
Life is weird, and needing it to not be weird will only lead to frustration.
But life is also beautiful. And a strange and strong beauty and peace can be felt when you let go of your need for things to be just-so. . . . when you remember not to hold on too tightly.
“The root of suffering is attachment.” ~ The Buddha