The first monk… and the first tears…
Alright, so my 10 day meditation didn’t work out, but before you judge, read on…
I had gotten the scavenger list worth of things to bring to the monastery, and arrived at 8 am with 11 white roses. They dressed me all in white, and gave me a room the likes of quality I have not seen thus far, and it did not cost me a penny. I went to lunch at 10:30, the last meal of the day (no dinner for buddhists). The tables were about a foot off the ground, and I sat on the floor.
I logged a good 2 hours of meditation. And through the course of my last one, I realized all the problems I was having on my trip would be alleviated with a few good friends back home, and my isolation increased, the meditation actually did not help, just made the remedy for all my troubles is 6000 miles away.
And thus I cried. I wept the first tears of my voyage, for my loved ones and friends back home. I realized that I wasn’t going to make it 10 days let alone three, and I requested permission to leave the same day I had arrived. The good monk granted me my wish.
The taxi ride back into the city was horrible. I was fighting more tears as we crossed over the moat. I walked through the travellers center and spoke to a guy named Ben from Australia, and the thing that I had been lacking, the reason for my crying, had been loneliness, and so, the city was the perfect antidote.
I was upset with not fulfilling my retreat as I had planned, but I had gotten a taste and instruction on how to meditate. I am not done meditating, as I think it will help me on this trip a lot, however, being at the monastery was sending me into deep isolation, and that is very much what I do not need. Once I got back in the city I felt much better. I thank the monk for his good wishes and his hospitality, and much more for his understanding.
So I continue on, to Pai tomorrow. A small town of 3000, set among giant mountains. It is the place I have been aching to go since I arrived, many travellers and my former teacher instructed me this is the place to go. I got a good cry out of the meditation, but the sadness has past. I look forward to my further ventures and realize that 1 day of meditating was exactly what I needed.
Yes, it was sad not to fulfill my commitment, however I chose a route that was most suitable to my immediate needs. Emotion is fragile on this solo venture, and I must take good care of the good spirits I have. I have been given great tools for the mind in just one day, and for a good many hours I was depressed about leaving quite early. But now I see that it is what had to be done, and I move on.
Tags: Thailand, Laos, Vietnam 2006
Hey John, Interesting reading, no wonder all those buddhas are on sale and recycled all the time. My barber is from Viet Nam, if you leave me a message I will squeeze an ad7DB59dress out of him, I think he would be good for a visit and some local flair. Hang in Martin Linda
I applaud your honesty! Being lonely is nothing to be ashamed of, and you did the right thing in identifying your need for people–and then taking action. I am enjoying your posts–and especially your wonderful pictures. nrnrBest wishes, Hatti
Excellent information, …thank you for sharing. Addie Nokleby