My First Buddha

Trixie gave me my first Buddha, so it's really more about her than a path to enlightenment. It's small, about half the size of my thumb, made of plastic and painted maroon. It's a chubby, smiling Buddha, with an open mouth and I used to wedge my fingernail in between his lips as a nervous habit.

The Buddha was a souvenir from a trip to Montreal that Trixie went on, by herself. A big deal for Trixie since it was the furthest she'd been from home, and the first time she'd been on a plane, and the first time she'd gone on a trip by herself, etc. She thought the little Buddhas were weird and exclusive to Montreal, and was somewhat disappointed when she found out they were available in abundance in our enlightened city of Halifax.