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Back from Retreat

I returned from a five day retreat in nobel silence at Cloud Mountain a few weeks ago.  I must say, it was exhausting and fulfilling at the same time.  The funny part is, that many people have asked me “what did you get out of it??”   I honestly don’t know the answer to that question.  Hopefully writing this will help me clarify that for myself.  I was hoping to get some clarity on a few items and perhaps just a little peace and quiet to practice in.  Or at least that’s what I thought I wanted.

First a word about Cloud Mountain.  The place is incredibly beautiful and serene.  If you’ve ever been to the Cascade Mountains, you know they are green.  This was GREEN.  There were leaves, vines or ferns everywhere.   The pulsation of life was astounding.   I had a private room that was very comfortable.  The meals were all vegetarian and very good.   Andy the new cook was wonderful at his craft and preparation.   The grounds were beautifully walkable even in the damp and cold rain of a weirdly winter like June in the northwest.

Each day consisted of rising at 5:45 am, many 45 minute sitting meditations with associated walking periods, as well as dharma talks, ending at 10 pm. No talking was welcome except to when necessary to perform assigned tasks like cleaning or cooking. After I returned people would often ask, “what was it like to spend a week in silence?”  For me, that was easy.  I’ve spent half of my adult life business traveling alone.  Sitting on airplanes, riding on trains, in a rented car, evenings and mornings in hotel rooms, all alone and quiet.  For others, silence was less natural.

As I’ve been told by many, I went thru the normal and expected period of adjustment. For the first few days, I was just not feelin’ it.  I couldn’t get quiet.  My mind was a complete cacophony of chaos slow brewed with some interesting creativity and a lot of imagination. By the time I had even realized I daydreaming my way thru some long lost conversation, the 45 minutes were up and it was time to walk.  Once I did get quiet though, I was able to meditate very clearly and quietly.   Aside from the usual aches and pains of sitting so much, it was incredibly pleasant and peaceful, allowing me to access a level of mindfulness I had not reached before.  Small noises, little itches, sounds of life or rain outside, vanishing scents, the texture of my shirt against my skin, all registered separately and discretely as no thoughts, no emotions, no … well I guess me, existed.

The unexpected consequence was the disruption in my practice when I returned.   I simply couldn’t meditate for a week or more.  I didn’t want to.  In fact, I had a lot of doubt about my practice and my ability to remain committed.  It had been so lovely, with such nice people, and so serene that the very fact that I didn’t get any amazing insight was just disappointing.  I felt like I wasn’t “good” at practice.  If I had been, I’d have gotten something really amazing out of it.  But what I got was time to quiet myself, some extra tools for mindfulness, some good metta technics and practice and a few new friends.  That’s all great but what happened to the flash of insight, the floating into anatta (Sanskirt: अनात्मन्) or just some seriously blissed out moments in deep, penetrating meditation.  After a few weeks of neglecting the disciplined practice I had become accustomed to, I realized that I had been expecting too much and as a result, was disappointed by a really great outcome.  Silly.  Turns out that I had fallen into the trap of over-reading the significance of retreat.  I really wanted much more out of it than I originally thought.  Not being clear about my real expectation in my conscious mind lead me to a practice shaking doubt afterward.    In reality the insight I gained was that examination of motivations and expectation is as important to practice as examining the result and the finding a path forward.

A note on the teachers :  Andrea Fella and Greg Scharf were great.  I had heard many talks by Andrea on AudioDharma, but had never heard a dharma talk of Greg’s before.  He was surprisingly and refreshingly insightful.  His talk on patience was heart felt and very moving. You can find more of Greg’s talks here at DharmaSeed.org

Hedonism Atrophy

Last weekend, my daughter and I tasted 51 bottles of wine. Yeah, you read that right. The photo is the recycle bin aftermath.  The truck is going to tip over when it picks up the bin.

You’re saying to yourself, “ahhhh, there’s that precept thing about abstaining from intoxicants…”  Yes I remember.

I remember the night in 1989, when a dear friend brought four bottles of wine to my apartment. He brought 1986 Cos d’EstournelGruaud Larose, Ducru Beaucaillou, and Talbot.   Wine was horrible vinegar water or sweet goop, right? Nobody really liked that stuff, right?  After that evening, I was hooked. My life as a hedonist had begun. Over the ensuing years I built a cellar of over 1,000 bottles, not to mention all the accoutrements needed for enjoying the wine life.

But, I slowly stopped drinking alcohol. A minor health issue made alcohol a Pavlovian negative physical stimulus.  As I healed I started my practice and gained clarity on the role of wine in my life.  Meditative investigation lead me to some conclusions.

  • I liked the attention from my friends and family.  I was the go-to wine guy.  Every holiday, every special occasion, I’d get a call from the curious to desperate soul looking for the perfect bottle for a special dinner or gift.  I was unique and valuable in a way.
  • Both my daughter and I are supertasters.  I’m good at wine tasting.  It felt great to have an interesting talent.
  • I could show off by bringing the expensive, hard to find conversation piece to any gathering.  Success symbol, symbol of refinement and so on..

Ego and insecurity.  Of course none of these were conscious intentions.  My intentions were to enjoy and to enable others’ enjoyment and fun.  Meditation revealed what made wine so fun.  I know, Buddhists are such downers, turning enjoyment into a torturous psychotherapy session. Unfortunately this knowledge made the cellar a burden. On top of all that, the associated stuff was overwhelming.  The glassware alone was a crystal heap of lead tinged toxic waste.

What to do with the cellar.  First, get rid of the stuff that’s dead, thus four cases last weekend. We laid to rest the bottles of vinegar and we had a blast.  We practiced olympic class, free style spitting. We pretended we were horrible wine snobs reviewing the plonk.  My favorite moment was when she channeled Ross from “Friends” and wretched, “It tastes like feet!

Now what?  Sell the rest?  That treads on right livelihood.  According to “The Craft of the Heart” an upasaka ( उपासक ) should refrain from selling intoxicants.  Do I drink it?  There’s that precept again.  Do I pour it all down the drain?   I guess I’ll have to meditate on it and investigate what my heart says. I’ll update when I decide.

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