We were warned at the end of our retreat to not try and come to any conclusions about it until about a week or two after the retreat ended. Fair enough. There is a sense that things are still being processed in my head, in my heart. However, after fussing about on this blog about all my fear and trepidation (or as my friend Annie called it, “living in the wreckage of the future”) about my impending week-long silent meditation retreat at Spirit Rock I figured I should post something to let you know I survived.
At first I was going to write out the entire daily schedule – all eight sitting meditation and five walking meditation sessions – but then I realized that you may get the impression that I am not truly a lazy Buddhist, and would insist I change my moniker. But, be assured, my laziness is still quite intact. While others were hauling their asses to the cushion at 6:30 in the morning, my lazy ass was still in bed. My day started at 8:45 am which, in my mind, was an entirely reasonable time.
So, here are some daily notes from the journal I was keeping during my retreat. Enjoy.
- All my worst fears seemed to be coming true. After parking my car and putting my luggage in a truck, I am instructed to hike the 1/2 mile uphill to check in. Why can they give my luggage a ride and I have to walk? I arrive sweaty, cranky and reaching for my asthma inhaler
- My relief knows no bounds when I discover that I have a single room. Also relieved to see that the shared bathrooms in no way resemble that of the high school locker room of my nightmares
- As we (the 70 or so retreatants) left our first session in silence, a beautiful full moon was rising over the San Geronimo valley. Many of us stopped for a minute or so and just took it in, and then moved on.
- I HATE walking meditation!! I’m incapable of slowing my walking down to a crawl without toppling over. Instead of moving slowly and serenely, I pace impatiently and mutter how stupid this practice is.
- People who annoy me (thus far): the old dude who sits behind me and breaths loudly; the angry-looking Asian guy who has way too many cushions, yet still can’t sit still; cushion hoarders in general – I just needed a couple of the small knee cushions for my back, yet they are all gone because some people have four or more of them; yoga chicks.
- I think the teacher and I have a different definition of the word “feast”. Tofu, kale and green salad does not a feast make.
- Slept much of the day. Missed all of the afternoon sessions. Entirely expected.