Spiritual yes, orthodox any-religion no, although I am so rooted in Anglican beliefs and traditions via music and liking for the architecture of the cathedrals in which it's still sung that it would be hard for me to unravel all of that completely even if I wanted to.
I've heard of Tolle. I have not read his works, probably because I was put off them by a friend's at one time incessant references to them --which sounded sort of derivative of eastern religions to me anyway-- even if Tolle's transformative experiences were genuine and even if his writings have helped people sort themselves out. I guess you could say I have a kind of second-hand appreciation of his ability to help people, since my friend did regain a feeling of being centered in his work/life balances (and stopped talking so much about Tolle, which Tolle himself might even find perfectly acceptable).
I'm not a practicing Buddhist any more than a practicing Anglican. I'm in long term recovery from alcoholism however, and figure I cannot afford to let resentments build up to the point where I forget that and lose the by now very comfortable mantle of my sobriety. In my continuously trying to design a life that's a good mix of challenges and recreations, the Buddha painting came in very handy for me while I was dealing with high-pressure infotech-centered jobs.
That red bowl got some workout, since my colleagues in turn were under pressure and so sometimes pressured me past my authority to help them resolve their task issues. "No means no" I used to say... and I meant it, and then had to be able to accept with equanimity the fact that a senior VP could and did sometimes override my decisions, if the pressure not to let security issues obstruct conduct of business became enough of a game changer.
The red bowl was a reminder to me that I had the option and maybe the obligation to surrender to the fact that I don't have to run the world --even if I'm occasionally inclined to think so-- and that anyway I don't have the power to control other people's behavior. It was never my job to punish someone who managed to get some exec to take risks I was not allowed to take. So my best option when I lost one of those battles was stick my recollection of a bad day in that red bowl. Next time that colleague and I locked horns, the subject of the new discussion was always and only about whatever was the new issue. Keeping it "in the now" really matters in situations like that.
The red bowl was definitely where I mentally put resentments when something went wrong on one of those "do it anyway" gigs and the exec later then blamed me for something like "not making it clear what the downside could be," etc, etc. This after maybe I had given up 45 minutes of sleep to be on the phone with him at 2am outlining the downsides and offering alternatives.
Life is short (even if some moments are way, way longer than others) and the great thing about life is that it does just leaf out one day at a time. It always offers a natural path towards starting over: to rest, sleep, let a new morning be a clean slate.
The cool thing about the red bowl in that painting is that it never overflows.