Girlfriend and I had a lovely afternoon of lunch and a visit to The Ark, a Santa Fe new age shop. We both bought tiny Buddhas, me, the Medicine Buddha pictured above and she, a tiny little Buddha coin she slipped in her pocket.
Later, during coffee and a spirited political discussion with me and my hubby, she let out a few choice cuss words.
“Sorry about that,” she apologized. “I have a filthy mouth… but a Buddha in my pocket.”
Doesn’t that just sum up life? We try our best and yet, we’re imperfect beings, each of us a mix of the sacred and the profane.
I loved the comment and think it would be a great book title.