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“how long did it take you to feel like you’d made some headway with meditation?” - friend of julia
i love this question, which came via text few weeks ago. when i received it i laughed out loud. that’s right, a literal LOL. OMG.
because my response is two words long: beats me!
who says i’ve made any progress? all i know for sure is hunting for a rate of return on your meditation practice is futile and frustrating. what you “get out of” meditation changes all the time, as i discussed here. sometimes it feels like nothing, other times there’s a lovely, relaxing space between your thoughts afterward.
if you want to go deeper and start a routine, try a meditation class. by default it’ll give you proper technique, fellow practitioners to befriend, and the habit of actually meditating regularly, which is crucial.
i remember chatting with a woman at the end of vipassana. she’s in her late 30s but has been meditating half her life and takes courses all over the world. i was saucer-eyed in front of her, like, “what next, guru? what can i expect?”
she said as you progress in meditation, the challenges become greater but so do the fruits. you reach a point where it’s irrelevant if your leg falls asleep because the “flavor of the fruits,” if you will, moves from physical, to mental, then emotional, and finally to the spiritual realms.
i trust her. and i trust how calm long-term meditators are. you can't fake that forever.
but i also like this question for the undercurrent of expectation it includes.
i struggle a lot with creating expectations, hoping they’ll be met, then feeling shocked, angered, and disappointed when they aren’t. it’s a ridiculous process, probably the mental equivalent of a dog chasing its tail. stop it, already!
in a sense, expectation is a lot like comparison, since it robs us of the present moment and moves the finish line another 10 miles away.
vipassana revealed how automatically i form expectations, so i searched for an antonym of “expectation” to think of when i catch myself jumping ahead. but interestingly, there isn’t an exact opposite. the best i found are these antonyms of “expect": carry on, continue, go, move.
“carry on” is my favorite.
ironically, your best bet for both issues is to continue meditating. over time, meditation will become a tool providing you the awareness to catch yourself forming expectations and the discipline to re-route your thoughts.
here’s a song about carrying on. i think. i really have no idea what kishi bashi is saying but “carry on” is in the title, so it’s probably relevant.
"carry on phenomenon" from the "lighght" album, from joyful noise recordings, via youtube:
i remember arriving at the vipassana center and discovering i had a roommate. i truly did not want one. in fact, before turning in my electronics,
sharing a room was one of the roughly 479 vipassana-related issues i cried about on the phone to a friend.
i knew it was a possibility and i could have requested a single, but i didn’t want to go into vipassana making a fuss. i wanted to let things take their course. if i’m supposed to have a roommate i’ll have one. if not, no. it was quaint, zen concept, but increasingly difficult to stick with as the course drew nearer.
“roommate?” i asked, dazed, interrupting the volunteer’s orientation. she pointed to the dormitory map featuring two little beds in the room to which i was assigned. then i couldn’t process anything else.
you know how people say after hearing bad news their senses shut down and noises turn to buzzing? it was precisely like this for me. of course, those people are generally referring to devastating, life-altering information, but to me, in that moment, this qualified.
but i knew i was being spoken to and to avoid crying before the course even began, i focused on smiling and nodding as if i understood everything she said.
why, for the love of God, would i, or anyone on earth want to live in silence with a stranger for 10 days? why didn’t i protect myself from this? i wondered as i trudged through the freezing desert to my room.
in one of my pre-vipassana posts i wrote, “i’ll feel better once i see where i’m sleeping.” did any of you really believe it would end there? not me!
never, because even before i saw my bed my mind was shifting forward.
now i need to see who this roommate character is. then we can begin.
i saw this happen. i practically watched my mind leap ahead in space.
but, and this is crucial, instead of letting my imagination run wild, i almost laughed.
then what, Julia? you’ll require a pony? and after that? it never ends. if you follow those thoughts and live in the future your mind will lead you down a path as complex as the route the marble takes in the most impossible-to-assemble, let alone play, 90s board game, mousetrap.
so yes, don't get caught, but don't even play the game. learn to notice the mental maze and leap over it entirely.
as a side note, my vipassana roommate is fantastic. we hit it off before noble silence began, survived like champs, and have gone hiking together since returning to LA. which, in the hierarchy of los angeles friendship activities, is pretty high on the totem pole. because while everyone goes hiking, you don’t go hiking just with anyone.