Why meditation should have warning labels like cigarettes
What happened in
2014?
How do I explain
myself?
What will he, she,
they think?
But then, life is unpredictable. It is hard to
understand. Immense, immeasurable and inexplicable things do happen. And what he/she/they think,
will inevitably change, be brief and get crowded out by the very next thought (facebook post).
So here it is.
The scene is a dark
starry sky stretching out over a jungle canopy and a glassy lake; A young woman
lies with her limbs stretched out, the cool of the night wrapping her skin.
Every cell presses hot lips up to the still air until it feels as viscous as honey. Her eyes are closed. She’s feeling out the
starlight, unable to distinguish where her molecules end and they begin.
It’s a long night. Or several days and nights. Who can tell anymore?
One must let go of
everything. Know nothing. Learn everything for the first time, each time.
Breath, the sensation of the hand, the shifting tides of emotion, the fractured
lights and images passing by. One must be prepared not to know. Only feel the way in, follow what is.
I followed breath and sensation inwards, followed what is, and everything suddenly came apart in my hands.
I followed breath and sensation inwards, followed what is, and everything suddenly came apart in my hands.
What is turns out to be thoroughly different to what I thought. Body, heart, Self, world, all introduced themselves for the
very first time. What is opened up into a cavernous space of the infinite, inseparable, impermanent, inconceivable, and true. As though waking from a bad dream, I knew this place. A lonely cry of recognition echoing out of the depths: I have always been this! A thirsty amnesic in the desert, I had been circling
this aquifer a long, long time.
I opened my eyes to breaking dawn and a jungle waking. Nothing could stitch back together the world come
apart. There was no way to pull back on the skin I had shed. Just suddenly massive feet to
walk on in a brave new world.
Of course, when I got up off floor, I found I was still married, working in a major Sydney
hospital, living in my recently proudly purchased first-home studio apartment.
In the early
dawn light, I sank down by the water, dropping feet into the cold lake. Cicadas sang the accompaniment to a rush of anguish and terror. For
suddenly I could see that who I had been was largely a product of lives lived
before mine. How history had tangled in my neurons and membranes, and had me
bound and constricted, tied up in moments long since passed. I saw how fear and
anxiety had gripped me, and had me holding onto something fundamentally
untrue: That I could protect
myself from pain and suffering. If I would just live carefully, within these
rules and guidelines, then uncertainty, tragedy, hurt, betrayal, and most of
all loneliness would not plague me.
My hazy warm dream
of a marriage primed for children, a life in the country, a family dog growing
fat and lazy…All of it, a woollen jumper I had knitted with care and diligence,
suddenly outgrown, scratchy and constricting. Broken open, whole body shaking,
I sobbed with a confusion of grief and joy. This sudden discovery of new
places within and wider horizons. Weeping for the life I had built around
everything I did not know.
What came next is
difficult, painful, controversial, open to criticism and judgement from endless
parties. It will no doubt be the subject of many hours of therapy and fuel
angst-ridden writing for many years to come.
So perhaps for now
we can stick to some facts.
I left my marriage.
I quit my job. I walked out of my home with three bags. I crossed the country,
and then the world. I put down everything as I had known it. I let go of the
map, and simply stepped off it.
I’m now unemployed.
Homeless. Realising I might want to be a writer. Knowing I have no idea who I
am, how life is meant to be lived, how love is meant to be loved. I’m starting
again. Every moment. Every breath. I’m terrified, a lot, a lot, of the time.
When I follow what is, follow my fear inwards, I can see it's furious flurry of thoughts,
feel it as tension and constriction around my heart. I can feel its vibrating
cord humming deeply in my gut. It softens with the touch of my awareness, and
an endless field of love expands around it to hold that frightened girl who is
so afraid of being hurt in this wild, risky, and immensely painful existence.
We take some deep breaths together, and sometimes, we stay under the covers in
a blanket fort. Then we face this life together. We know at our depth lies the
infinite. It is big enough for all things.
“Life is a daring
adventure, or nothing” (Helen Keller).
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