Hello, everyone.
This July I did a nine day meditation course at
Dhamma Dhara, a Vipassana Meditation Center in Shelburne, Massachusetts. Jenn was kind enough to invite me to write a guest post so I will do my best to give you the broad strokes. I don't think any other single experience has left me with so much new understanding.
The power in this type of course is that it builds on faith in and intellectual/book learning about meditation and adds a new layer of
experiential learning. The way our teacher explained it, we were learning on the deeply physical, unconscious level as opposed to the spiritual or mental level. There is something groundbreaking about learning something in your body; it was like no education I had ever received before.
The core truth of the practice is that wisdom comes from accepting impermanence. The course was a slow deliberate sequence of anapana (breath awareness), vipassana (body sweeping that uses breath awareness), and metta (spreading love and gratitude, which
Jenn has a post about). Each day's work built on the previous day's. I was so inspired, as a teacher, by how well scaffolded and well structured the course was, as I needed all the practice that it allowed for before moving on to the next step.
We were instructed to stay silent for the entire nine days, not even making eye contact with others. We were allowed to talk to an assistant teacher during noontime interviews, which was a crucial time for me, since I had anxiety and questions. One of my major questions was why we weren't allowed to write things down. I am a compulsive journal keeper and note-taker. That's "how I learn", I thought. Plus: I was having some of my most creative ideas in recent memory! But my teacher urged me to refrain from jotting down my thoughts, as every time I did I would prematurely "come back up to the surface" after all the efforts to go so deep inside. Since we were essentially cleaning out our interior, it made sense that creativity was flourishing... but she assured me that same process of "cleaning" would still work back at home once we returned to our lives (and pen and paper).
Although at first I wondered indignantly why the place felt like a rehab center when we were not in fact in recovery, I realized rather suddenly on day two or three that we
were in fact recovering. We are all addicts. I am so addicted to certain thought patterns that lead to my unhappiness. Meditating for twelve hours a day (!) for over a week was probably the only way to see these old habit-nests for what they are and begin the process of letting go and accepting reality. I see my experience in three parts: I was so uncomfortable for the first three days; for the middle three days, I was so interested in what was happening; and the final three days brought a blissful peace I have never felt before.
I cannot recommend a course through this organization enough (there are locations all over the world;
check it out). Early on it had scary, what-am-I-doing-here moments, but by the end I knew that I had benefited from its structure and discipline. I would urge everyone to get themselves to a course like this no matter what it takes. You will be thanking yourself (and the teachers you meet there) for the rest of your life.