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I’m back from my 11 day “meditation retreat.” So strange… Really, it was basically ten days as an initiate buddist monk in the burmese theravada tradition. Very strict, very intense. Very quiet — no talking except once-daily interviews between instructors and students. No access to computers, cellphones, music, books, paper, pencils or pens. Etc.

My friend Bob, before I left, said to me: “I don’t know what to say to someone leaving on a meditation retreat. Maybe: ‘Break a neuron!'” (analogous to “break a leg!”).

So, I broke a neuron. But just one.

Upon leaving the meditation center, my fellow meditator Richard decided to rescue the stray cat (see posts from day 6 and day 9). I offered to drive him into Chicago, where he lived, since he didn’t have transportation planned that could include the transport of a stray cat.

We took the cat in my truck, and we talked a lot as we drove down I-90 into the city. Richard lives in Hyde Park, which is the neighborhood in Chicago where I lived 24 years ago (24!). I only lived in Chicago for a short time, but it has always been one of my favorite cities and places.

We got take out from Harold’s Chicken Shack, which is a chain of Chicago south-side fast-food joints that I remember very fondly from when I lived there. The branch we went to didn’t exist when I lived there, but it was located in the same exact shopping center at 53rd and Kimbark where I used to work. Here is a picture of Kimbark plaza, and the CVS pharmacy at the far end used to be a hardware store, where I worked.

Here is a picture of the Harold chicken. Note the delicious slices of squishy white bread that are served to soak up the juices of the fried chicken.

Then we went to Richard’s apartment, smuggled the cat in, and had some lunch. The cat seemed very content. Richard lives on the 24th floor of a high rise near Lake Michigan. The view from his apartment is amazing.

I drove past 62nd and Kimbark, where I used to live, but the neighborhood is unrecognizable from 24 years ago — I think the Univ of Chicago has redeveloped the area substantially.

Finally, I drove back up toward Wisconsin. As I passed through downtown, it was beginning to snow. Chicago is such a stunningly beautiful city, to me. I found an old Psychadelic Furs song on the radio. I crawled through Sunday traffic on the Kennedy Expressway. I felt very joyful.

Here is a list of the entries I have written (or will write over the coming days) about my experience at the Vipassana meditation retreat.

Here is a picture of the retreat center, taken this morning after I got my camera out of storage.

[This is a “back-post”;  it is a work-in-progress, so it may change partially or completely, with materials added or taken away, over the next several days or weeks.  This is “day 10(c)” of my stay at the Vipassana Meditation retreat.  For general comments and summary, see “day 11.”]

The phrase in the title to this post is a Korean proverb:  “even a frog must crouch before it can jump.”

I never really could remember what else I meant to write here. That’s a disadvantage to “blogging in one’s head.”

[This is a “back-post”;  it is a work-in-progress, so it may change partially or completely, with materials added or taken away, over the next several days or weeks.  This is “day 10(b)” of my stay at the Vipassana Meditation retreat. For general comments and summary, see “day 11.”]
The strict rule of silence ended, and I felt a feeling of relief, sadness, and frustration. Relief, because I was feeling fed up with the program.  “Done.” Sadness, because I was, nevertheless, getting a lot out of it, and enjoying the focused, disciplined detail of the moment-to-moment. Frustration, because I had hoped I would have liked the program more… that I might have gotten more out of it.
Overall, however, I felt a sort of joyful equanimity. Not, perhaps, the sort of equanimity that Goenka would approve of:  I was joyful to be IN the world, living it it, experience its beauty and complexity. No non-attachment, for me. I guess maybe I still don’t “get it” ?
There was this bench that I would like to spend time visiting briefly, during the short breaks between meditation sessions. It was right outside the “men’s entrance” of the meditation hall. I would go out and lie down on it, looking up at the sky through the branches of the tree. Night sky, with clouds and distant Chicagoglow, or with stars, or day sky, cloudy, or blue.  But always quite cold. The warmest things got during the retreat was maybe low 30’s F.
I lay down on the bench and looked up at the tree. Snowflakes landing on my face.
Here is a picture of the bench [taken after I got my stuff back on day 11].

Here is a picture looking up at the tree [taken after I got my stuff back on day 11].

[This is a “back-post”;  it is a work-in-progress, so it may change partially or completely, with materials added or taken away, over the next several days or weeks.  This is “day 10(a)” of my stay at the Vipassana Meditation retreat.  For general comments and summary, see “day 11.”]

My problem with purity.

Purity is a problematic concept. It seems well and good. And it has all sorts of cultural manifestations, and seems close to a human universal.

But purity, and concommitant, oppositional notions like “pollution” and “defilement,” are dangerous memes. When applied to cultural and psychological constructs, they seem to lead down a slippery slope to intolerance and fanaticism, almost unfailingly.

[This is a “back-post”;  it is a work-in-progress, so it may change partially or completely, with materials added or taken away, over the next several days or weeks.  This is “day 9(d)” of my stay at the Vipassana Meditation retreat.  For general comments and summary, see “day 11.”]

This is a very grim title. But actually, it’s not a negative moment.  There’s a raucous rock song by a group called Zeromancer, entitled “Doctor Online“. It has the line “1-800-suicide” as part of its chorus.

It is stuck in my head, this evening, after a minor epiphany. I’d returned to my room, after tea…  after my weeping during meditation earlier. After my loss of equanimity.

And I somehow decided, or realized, that setting aside “desires and aversions” – losing my attachment to these things… this seems like a kind of “spiritual suicide.” I mean… its our desires and aversions that let us know that we’re alive, right? If we no longer have desires and aversions, mightn’t we as well be dead?

I think the more nuanced view is that it’s not that we’re to get rid of desires and aversions, but only that we’re to lose our attachment to the results of our actions that those desires and aversions engender. But Goenka, in his presentations and discourses, utterly fails to convey this nuance clearly. And the more blunt view (which seems to prevail in a lot of Theravada) that nirvanna (enlightenment) is all about letting go of desires and aversions altogether seems too shallow to me. Too much like quitting the world in the name of happiness. Too much like giving up.

So the song was stuck in my head.  But it restored my equanimity. Although it left me with a certain degree of apathy vis-a-vis the meditation program.

[This is a “back-post”;  it is a work-in-progress, so it may change partially or completely, with materials added or taken away, over the next several days or weeks.  This is “day 9(c)” of my stay at the Vipassana Meditation retreat.  For general comments and summary, see “day 11.”]

I am in the bathroom, and I notice an ant. The ant appears to be damaged. Wounded. The back legs don’t seem to be working very well. I worry that maybe I stepped on it accidentally, or hurt it some other way.

The ant is trying to climb up the wall. It will make it up one foot, maybe two feet. And then it will fall down to the floor.  It will walk a little way along the base of the wall, and the climb the wall again.  And fall down.  It did this 5 or 6 times.

Trying.

Trying.

Trying.

And then it walked along the base of the bathtub, around behind the toilet, where it stumbled into a spider web.  It struggled, there, for a short time. And then stopped.

Shortly before, I’d returned to my room after 5 o’clock tea. I was restless, and frustrated, and sad.  I was looking forward to doing push-ups in my room.  This was, perhaps, the first time ever that I’d looked forward to doing push-ups.

Stir-crazy: I did 150 jumping jacks, and 30 push-ups.

As I did my illicit exercise (it seems it’s not technically considered desirable to have aerobic exercise during the intensive meditation course), I thought about “the world pushing back.”

What does this mean, the world pushing back? We can’t stop wanting things. We can’t stop feeling aversion to things. Desire and aversion are things that let us know that we’re alive. That’s the world, pushing back. Just like being down, doing push-ups:  the world pushes back, hard. That’s gravity.

I’m not sure what I’m getting at. I guess I just feel that to speak of eliminating desires and aversions is ridiculous. It’s like choosing to be dead. You can only let go of your attachment to the outcomes (results) of actions brought on by desires and aversions.  But that’s important. I think about David White’s discussions of the philosophy of non-attachment as outlined in the Bhagavad Gita.

[This is a “back-post”; it is a work-in-progress, so it may change partially or completely, with materials added or taken away, over the next several days or weeks.  This is “day 9(b)” of my stay at the Vipassana Meditation retreat.  For general comments and summary, see “day 11.”]

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I took some pictures after the course ended and I got my camera out of storage. This is the previously-mentioned cat, named Snort, coming out of her barn where she was hiding from the cold wind

This is a close up

[This is a “back-post”;  it is a work-in-progress, so it may change partially or completely, with materials added or taken away, over the next several days or weeks.  This is “day 9(a)” of my stay at the Vipassana Meditation retreat.  For general comments and summary, see “day 11.”]

Do I need to say more?

[This is a “back-post”;  it is a work-in-progress, so it may change partially or completely, with materials added or taken away, over the next several days or weeks.  This is “day 8(d)” of my stay at the Vipassana Meditation retreat.  For general comments and summary, see “day 11.”]

I am feeling pretty gloomy.

I have been putting a pinch of cayenne pepper in my tea in the afternoons. I like spicy things, and red pepper in tea (in tiny amounts) can be good.

I sat and looked at the dregs of my tea, and the little red flakes of cayenne floating there. It looks like constellation of stars.  The world is interesting.

[This is a “back-post”;  it is a work-in-progress, so it may change partially or completely, with materials added or taken away, over the next several days or weeks.  This is “day 8(c)” of my stay at the Vipassana Meditation retreat.  For general comments and summary, see “day 11.”]

One thing I spend my time doing, as I sit and let my monkey mind wander, is that I invent parables and stories and jokes. I made up this parable.

There was a class of children and their teacher.  The teacher was strict but well-meaning.  One day, he told the students he was going to give each of them a gift.  But he warned them:  “This will be a personal gift, just from me to each of you individually.  Do not share your gift with your peers or talk about it with each other.  It’s to be between each of you and me, alone.”

The next day, he brought a small, elegant box for each of his students. He passed them out carefully to them, make sure that each received the correct box.  Then he told them that they could look in their individual boxes.  “But you must look carefully and privately. Do not share the contents of your boxes with your peers. As I said, this is a personal gift, tailored and unique to each of you individually.”

The students all opened the lids of their boxes and peered, discreetly, inside.   There was one student, who always worked hard in class but didn’t always necessarily get great results. He looked into his box and realized it was  empty. He looked around at his peers, and saw all of them smiling happily, seemingly satisfied with their secret gifts. He tried to put on a smile, and imagined that some of them, too, might have empty boxes, and that they too were pretending to be happy for the sake of appearances.

The teacher began to talk again, and he described the types of the gifts he had given, in general terms. They sounded very wonderful.  The student felt more and more frustrated and sad, but he kept his equanimity. Equanimity was an important trait, according to their teacher.

Then the teacher said, “some of you may not have received a gift. If you don’t have a gift, you must not feel disappointed.  You should not become depressed or feel dejected. Someday, you may still get a wonderful gift, but for now, what you have right now is what you have. Keep your equanimity.”

The student suddenly felt overwhelmed by the exact feelings his teacher was telling he should not have.  He suddenly lost all self-control and equanimity, and burst into weeping.  It simply wasn’t fair.  And somehow, having his teacher insist that such unfairness must be borne in equanimity was a kind of last straw, and he completely lost it.  He wept and wept.

[This is a “back-post”;  it is a work-in-progress, so it may change partially or completely, with materials added or taken away, over the next several days or weeks.  This is “day 8(b)” of my stay at the Vipassana Meditation retreat.  For general comments and summary, see “day 11.”]

Or the real as just fantasy. Solipsism and all that.

I never really could remember what else I meant to write here. That’s a disadvantage to “blogging in one’s head.”

[This is a “back-post”;  it is a work-in-progress, so it may change partially or completely, with materials added or taken away, over the next several days or weeks.  This is “day 8(a)” of my stay at the Vipassana Meditation retreat.  For general comments and summary, see “day 11.”]

Proprioception – our awareness of our own body, its position and extent and activity.   It seems the main idea of vipassana is that through a very intensive proprioception, combined with a strong “equanimity” to the sensations involved, we can allow old karmic “sankharas” to “float to the surface” and “evaporate.”  I find the metaphor lovely, but the whole thing is physiologically implausible.

[This is a “back-post”;  it is a work-in-progress, so it may change partially or completely, with materials added or taken away, over the next several days or weeks.  This is “day 7(b)” of my stay at the Vipassana Meditation retreat.  For general comments and summary, see “day 11.”]

The title is a reference to philosophers Gilles Deleuze and Felix Guattari’s concept, as developed in the Mille Plateaux.

I never really could remember what else I meant to write here. That’s a disadvantage to “blogging in one’s head.”

[This is a “back-post”;  it is a work-in-progress, so it may change partially or completely, with materials added or taken away, over the next several days or weeks.  This is “day 7(a)” of my stay at the Vipassana Meditation retreat.  For general comments and summary, see “day 11.”]

I really saw this.  There is a pond fed by an artesian spring at the retreat center.  There appear to be two muskrats living in it. During the day, sometimes migrating geese stop and feed and rest -the water is unfrozen because of the flow into it from the spring, so it must make a pretty good oasis during the cold days of winter. I can’t figure out if the muskrats are guided by territoriality, hunger, or a sense of play, but one of them or the other will literally sneak up on a floating goose and begin to chase it through the water, until the goose becomes so rattled that it takes off and flies to the bank of the pond for a short time. I saw both muskrats doing this, over and over, and it made me laugh out loud. A violation of the code of silence. …

The world is funny and interesting, even if these neo-orthodox buddhists take themselves too seriously. Misery? What misery?

[This is a “back-post”;  it is a work-in-progress, so it may change partially or completely, with materials added or taken away, over the next several days or weeks.  This is “day 6(b)” of my stay at the Vipassana Meditation retreat. For general comments and summary, see “day 11.”]
The buddhist term for the mind that wanders and makes problems for someone dedicated to trying to meditate is the “monkey mind.”  I have a monkey mind, but what I’ve decided, this morning, is that I LIKE my monkey mind.  It’s very interesting to watch, as I sit here trying to focus on the sensations in my body.
As my mind has cleared itself of the more immediate worries (will my truck start after 11 days in cold?  will I get a job in Korea when I go back?  will I ever learn Korean well?), I begin to daydream.  I have been observing what sorts of things I tend to daydream about, and as I watch closely, I find some things that surprise me a little bit.  Here is a catalog of my most common daydreams, in the order in which they most commonly occur:
Most common are my architectural fantasies.  This is something I’ve always been aware of — I have wanted to become an architect since I was about 7 years old, but it never worked out.  I constantly daydream about buildings.  Rearranging existing ones, replacing existing ones with “better” ones, completely new ones.  All kinds:  commercial structures, houses, apartments and towers and office parks and cathedrals and new vipassana meditation halls.  Elaborate, baroque-looking structures and designs, spare and utilitarian designs, revolutionary and avant garde designs and classical designs.
Related to this, I often have what I refer to as “homestead” fantasies.  These are where I imagine creating some kind of home for myself.  A farm, a remote mountain location, a warehouse loft in a city, etc.  I imagine barns and libraries and workshops, tiny single-room cabins and giant palaces.  But a key factor is that they’re things I build at least to some extent “by myself.”  I suppose this is actually quite understandable, given my background.  My mother and her brother, my uncle, both live in self-designed homes, in Australia and Alaska respectively.  The house I grew up in, in Arcata, was an evolving space that didn’t retain the same floor plan in the 17 years I spent there, as rooms were added, rearranged, “re-architected” (as a software guy might term it).
Unrelated, and more surprising, is the amount of time I spend daydreaming about food. What’s interesting, is that I’m not thinking about EATING it, but rather, making it. Cooking exotic or unusual or interesting dishes.  Fantasizing about becoming a chef or running some hole-in-the-wall restaurant.  This is so prevalent that I wonder if maybe I should consider a career in cooking.  Maybe next career?  Who knows.  At the least, I should listen to this inner daydreamer and dedicate more energies to being creative in the kitchen, perhaps.
Not unexpectedly, I’m constantly working through settings, descriptive passages, characterizations and plots of novels-in-progress. I don’t really get much actual writing done on these novels, but I certainly spend a lot of time writing them.  I also do some mental “writing” on my perennial thesis (on Cervantes’ Persiles), and on some putative autobiography or memoir of my experiences and travels.
I like to work through visual arts in my mind’s eye, too. This is related to the architecture daydreams, and the two will often blur into one another.  I imagine decorated surfaces, sculptures, and classically executed drawings and oil paintings (although the style is most often abstract or occasionally surrealist).
Most surprising and unexpected are the romantic fantasies. I mean… it’s not unexpected that I have romantic fantasies.  These are nearly universal, to anyone, I think. Certainly, I’ve always had them. What’s different from in previous times in my life is the weird way that these daydreams are “domestic”: never before have I had frequent fantasies of the “settle down and have kids” variety.  I find myself imagining having children. This is disorienting and alarming, because it’s so out of character, at least to compare to past selves. It’s also a bit depressing… because it’s only now, when I’m really “too old” to start a family, that I suddenly find myself yearning for one. Perhaps I’m enjoying teaching so much, because it serves as a kind of surrogate for these have-a-family fantasies?
So, my monkey mind is conjuring both familiar and unexpected daydreams. But what I’ve decided, over these last several days, is that regardless, it’s very interesting to watch. I really actually enjoy it. I don’t WANT to turn it off.  I don’t feel any need to turn it off. Let it roam and hop and jump around, and I’ll watch it happily for hours on end.  It’s not like anxiety or depression at all. It’s fascinating.
Monkeys rock! I {heart} my monkey mind.

[This is a “back-post”;  it is a work-in-progress, so it may change partially or completely, with materials added or taken away, over the next several days or weeks.  This is “day 6(a)” of my stay at the Vipassana Meditation retreat.  For general comments and summary, see “day 11.”]

My internal monologue, which is so hard to shut up, patters on and on, as I try to focus on awareness of my breathing, on the respiration on my upper lip, on the sensations on my body.   I often think “textually.”  Because I type so much, so often.  So sometimes (and not just during this meditation adventure, but always, in general) my monologue takes the form of text-on-screen or text-on-paper.  I see the writing, as opposed to hearing my own voice, I guess.

As I tried to quiet my internal monologue, I had this weird visual of trying to shut up the text-on-mind’s-screen, and began to visualize dot-dot-dot:  . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

And then, much to my amusement, the monkey in my brain (one of an infinite number of monkeys, perhaps) began to hit other keys:  a long series of D’s, and then random characters.  Very strange, very amusing.  I almost began laughing out loud. And certainly, I wasn’t doing very well with the meditation task.

Later.

There is a cute cat that appears stranded or stray.  It’s living in a barn just off the pathway between the mediation hall and the dormitory building.  It’s been so cold these days…  I worry about this cat.  He (she?) comes out and purrs loudly, looking for attention.  If you crouch down, it will try to climb into your lap.  Seeking warmth or shelter. According to the code of silence, we’re not supposed to talk or interact with people, except the instructors… but I’m not sure about cats. I’m choosing to interact with the cat, when I see it.  Petting it, and muttering hellos.

[This is a “back-post”;  it is a work-in-progress, so it may change partially or completely, with materials added or taken away, over the next several days or weeks.  This is “day 5(b)” of my stay at the Vipassana Meditation retreat. For general comments and summary, see “day 11.”]
I remember back on day 2 (or was it day 1?), I had this weird thought, during Mr Goenka’s discourse:  “Wait!  What misery?”
He was going on and on about misery. We are all suffering. We’re suffering, even if we don’t know we’re suffering.  And then, of course…  vipassana is the presumed “cure.”
But, my thought is… is there really that much misery? Isn’t there a lot of beauty, too? A lot of love?And kindness? Some people are miserable, true.  Sometimes.  I was pretty consistently miserable, for many, many years.  For most of my life, even.  But I seem to be getting over that. Emerging from it. And the way to get over it doesn’t seem to lie in obsessing over how miserable I am. At least, that doesn’t work, for me.
So even if he’s proposing a “cure,” it seems very counter-productive, downright negative, to spend so much time going on and on about how miserable we all are. There’s no happiness, there.  Perhaps, with enough meditation, there may come about a kind of equanimity… but who wants equanimity to universal suffering? How about, instead, some just plain happiness? A better deal, surely…

[This is a “back-post”;  it is a work-in-progress, so it may change partially or completely, with materials added or taken away, over the next several days or weeks.  This is “day 5(a)” of my stay at the Vipassana Meditation retreat.  For general comments and summary, see “day 11.”]

One shouldn’t underestimate the sheer difficulty of simply sitting.  I think to be a successful meditator, you need to think seriously and intelligently about what I have decided to term the Technology of Sitting.  What position?  What cushions?  What other apparatus and support?  Etc.

Because, let’s get right down to it:  I spend a huge proportion of my time meditating thinking about nothing except the pain in my ass.  Or legs.  Or back.  Or foot.  Or wherever.  About how I should have moved such and such cushion to such and such location, how that would be so much more comfortable.  Maybe.

This school of meditation doesn’t place a lot of emphasis on position or posture.  They do require stillness, however.  Strong determination.   And stillness requires a modicum of, if not comfort, at least a kind of ease with one’s position and posture.

Therefore… I think a successful introduction to vipassana meditation might best include more overt and open discussion of posture and sitting.  A la yoga, or tai chi, or something, maybe.  Some kind of analysis and training on the Technology of Sitting.

[This is a “back-post”;  it is a work-in-progress, so it may change partially or completely, with materials added or taken away, over the next several days or weeks.  This is “day 4(b)” of my stay at the Vipassana Meditation retreat.  For general comments and summary, see “day 11.”]

“Adhitthana” means “strong determination.”

Today, we have been told that we should be “sitting with strong determination,” which means sitting still:  not changing position, not changing posture, not opening up hands.

Why is this?  I understand it.  It’s discipline.  But it’s very difficult.  The first time I try it, I struggle so much with the pain and ache in my legs and back, that I’m not really doing any kind of meditation of any kind. Just sitting, with strong determination.

The second time goes better. I spend some time on anapana – observing the respiration on my upper lip. Observing.

Observing.

Pain in my legs, but not unbearable. Cross-legged, sitting.

There’s a kind of exhilaration when the hour finishes.  I feel accomplishment.  Not sure that’s the objective.  But by the end of the hour of sitting perfectly still, I also feel these weird spots of “non-sensation” in parts of my body:  mostly in the hands and arms.  It’s not numbness, but there’s nothing to feel, so it’s like a hole in the self-body-map.  All it takes is slight flexing of the muscles in the hand, and it feels perfectly normal.  So strange.

[This is a “back-post”;  it is a work-in-progress, so it may change partially or completely, with materials added or taken away, over the next several days or weeks.  This is “day 3(b)” of my stay at the Vipassana Meditation retreat. For general comments and summary, see “day 11.”]

This is pretty self-explanatory. I tried to make peace with the itching sensations. Not very easy to do.

I never really could remember what else I meant to write here. That’s a disadvantage to “blogging in one’s head.”

[This is a “back-post”;  it is a work-in-progress, so it may change partially or completely, with materials added or taken away, over the next several days or weeks.  This is “day 3(a)” of my stay at the Vipassana Meditation retreat. For general comments and summary, see “day 11.”]

The main teacher of the Vipassana movement, whom we watch speaking in videos each evening, has a strong Hindi accent.  When he talks about our practice of “anapana” (meditation on feeling our respiration on and around our noses and upper lips), he uses the phrase “touch of respiration” – but his accent renders this “touch of desperation” to my ears.  And that’s a bit how I’m feeling.

[This is a “back-post”;  it is a work-in-progress, so it may change partially or completely, with materials added or taken away, over the next several days or weeks.  This is “day 2(b)” of my stay at the Vipassana Meditation retreat. For general comments and summary, see “day 11.”]

I felt rather disgusted this evening with Mr Goenka’s discourse.  He makes all these claims to be presenting something that’s scientific and non-sectarian.  He states repeatedly and unequivocally that this is not dogma, but simple truth.

But, in fact, what he’s presenting isn’t just dogma… it’s pretty darn orthodox Theravada Buddhist dogma, at that.  I wouldn’t hesitate to describe the belief system underlying his vipassana practice as a sort of neo-orthodox fundamentalist Theravedism… for those of you who care about such things.

The fact of it being orthodox Buddhism doesn’t bother me in the least.  I knew (and know) that vipassana is a Buddhist meditative practice.  But, as many of you know, hypocrisy does bother me.  A lot.  And when someone like Mr Goenka tries to sell orthodox Buddhism as something non-sectarian and non-dogmatic, that pisses me off. So, today, I feel pissed off.

[This is a “back-post”;  it is a work-in-progress, so it may change partially or completely, with materials added or taken away, over the next several days or weeks.  This is “day 2(a)” of my stay at the Vipassana Meditation retreat. For general comments and summary, see “day 11.”]

At 4:40 PM, I find my Buddha-nature in my left nostril.  But it’s a false alarm.

Really, all that’s happening is that I’m calming down. My mind is still wandering a lot.  And we’re watching our respiration. I noticed that earlier today, when my mind wandered, it was mostly agitated, worrying, negative thoughts. But this afternoon, I found that my mind would wander to positive things – daydreams, happy things. And at the same time, I’m watching my breathing.  In the morning, it was mostly in the right nostril. This afternoon, it has switched to the left nostril.  So there must be something happy in my left nostril, QED.

I realize this is fallacious argument. Also, having happy distracted thoughts instead of negative distracted thoughts still isn’t matching the objective, I don’t think. The idea is to detach from both kinds of distracting thoughts.

All the same, it put me in a very cheerful, joyful, almost elated mood, having all these happy distracted thoughts.

[This is a “back-post”;  it is a work-in-progress, so it may change partially or completely, with materials added or taken away, over the next several days or weeks.  This is “day 1(b)” of my stay at the Vipassana Meditation retreat. For general comments and summary, see “day 11.”]

The focus of this first day is to watch our own respiration.  Not control it – simply observe it. Feel the air moving in… out… in… out.  Is it deep breath?  Shallow breath? Is it through the left nostril, or right, or both?  Contrary to our uninformed intuition, we almost always are breathing more through one nostril than the other. I never thought about this before.

So, the question becomes:  which nostril? Today… mostly the left.

[This is a “back-post”;  it is a work-in-progress, so it may change partially or completely, with materials added or taken away, over the next several days or weeks.  This is “day 1(a)” of my stay at the Vipassana Meditation retreat. For general comments and summary, see “day 11.”]

How can I expect to learn a path to enlightenment from such grumpy-seeming people? All the managers and assistants seem way too serious. And the main instructor (slash “founder” of the modern vipassana movement I guess), Mr Goenka… he seems like a very sad man, and almost never smiles in his video presentations. The male manager at this retreat is grim and shifty-eyed. The only person who consistently seems happy is Leslie, the head supporting instructor who leads the group sessions (mostly via running the sound-system that plays Mr Goenka’s guidances, and then providing additional instructions and/or answering questions).

It leads me to ponder: maybe, all-in-all, it’s not the sort of enlightenment I’m interested in?

[This is a “back-post”; it is a work-in-progress, so it may change partially or completely, with materials added or taken away, over the next several days or weeks. This is “day 0” of my stay at the Vipassana Meditation retreat. For general comments and summary, see “day 11.”]

I am going to a “meditation camp” by an organization called Vipassana. “Vipassana” is the name of the meditation they practice, something popularized by a teacher named S.N. Goenka, ethnically Indian but born and raised in Burma. I would classify it as a sort of neo-orthodox theravada buddhist trandition, though Goenka and his followers like to claim it is “non-sectarian” – more about this claim later.

I am not allowed to use computer or writing materials, but each day I will compose one or more titles to blog entries, that I can remember and use to cue memories later on, and then write down after the retreat is over.

The camp is in Pecatonica, Illinois, about 20 minutes west of Rockford. The site is very beautiful. I signed in, put my cellphone, etc. in storage, attended an orientation and introduction, and got settled in the dormitory.

Here is our daily schedule:

4:00-4:30 AM.  First gong. Wake up, shower, etc.

4:30-6:30 AM.  Meditation.

6:30-8:00 AM.  Breakfast. Personal time. (I already know, this will be “nap time” US Army style.)

8:00-9:00 AM.  Group meditation.

9:00-11:00 AM.  Instruction and meditation.

11:00-12:00.  Lunch.

12:00-1:00 PM.  One-on-one interviews with the teacher.

1:00-2:30 PM.  Meditation.

2:30-3:30 PM.  Group meditation.

3:30-5:00 PM.  Instruction and meditation.

5:00-6:00 PM.  Tea. (There will be fruit but no meal — students are encouraged to fast after mid-day.)

6:00-7:00 PM.  Group meditation.

7:00-8:15 PM.  Discourses by the main teacher (via videotape).

8:15-9:00 PM.  Instruction and meditation.

9:00-9:30 PM.  Questions and answers with teachers, or personal time.

9:30 PM.  Lights out.