Life is kinda fickle. Just when you’re confident all is well, when you think all your planets are aligned and the moon is full and the universe has your lucky number and is displaying it to the heavens — then, just as you smile and say to yourself, ‘what a great day’ or ‘I wouldn’t be dead for quids’ or ‘wow! what a fantastic road’ or something equally nonsensical, it’s then that it so often happens. You find your self sliding down a road on your butt, looking frantically around, wanting to make sure your faster sliding motorbike isn’t about to thump your already dented pride, even harder.

This statue of Sakyamuni Buddha — by the way I just found out that Sakyamuni Buddha means sage or wise man of the Shakyas — is in the new Kagyu monastery in Bylakuppe, which is near Mysore, South India.

Sakyamuni Buddha statues are often shown with the Buddha meditating and with his hands in one of three ways: His right hand may touch the earth signifying his realization of spiritual discovery as in my snapshot; both hands may be in his lap, palms turned upward as in meditation; or both hands may be near his chest, symbolic of the delivery of his sermon, ‘The Wheel of Truth.’ Amazing what you can learn on the Internet.

I’m neither lost or lonely, but I meet a lot of people who I think are.

Nostalgia just up and grabbed me sometime between 8:00 and 8:30 this evening and this is what satiated the need. First the lyrics and then watching an old video of the man singing. I couldn’t help myself, I had to pour another scotch and play it again….