The Thousand Hands, in a Glass Shop

The car spent some time in the glass place today, which meant a wait and an opportunity for a good long walk. Fraser Street is not the first place one thinks of for an urban hike, at least this end of it. One either strolls past the plumbing shops or heads for the cemetery.

This photo, which I retouched for privacy’s sake gave me good pause for thought.
Look at the dates. (His: 1964. Hers: 2007. In case the photo can’t be read.)

That’s a lifetime’s difference.


This new set of clothing, this uncomfortable suit of widowhood, it scratches and pinches and does not fit just yet.


This one is a monument to a beloved wife and mother and was likely placed at the same time as the trees that shelter it. I read the inscriptions in the heavy rain as I waited for the car.


The thousand arms as depicted in this statue represent compassion. There are implements in each of the hands, and some statues depict each hand with an eye in the palm, showing that all is seen. Its a way of demonstrating the myriad ways we are all helped.

The car was picked up and the (significant) leak fixed for less than quoted. It immensely relieved this stressed mind, given the records we are setting for rainfall.

Knitting etc. to come.

(Photo of Avalokiteswara lifted from the internet, not sure which temple it is from.)

2 thoughts on “The Thousand Hands, in a Glass Shop

  1. mugo February 7, 2015 / 8:55 pm

    Very good Michele. Interesting how one bumps into that which reminds one that others have trod the same path as you are. As you point out a whole life time was lived from when he died to when she did. Yes, the outfit you are ‘wearing’ may not fit so well, scratches etc. however I have to say ‘even this will fall away’! You wear the Buddhas robe. Right? You know that of course however I thought I’d say it anyway.

    Good post. Keep writing and writing…….

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