Just a few words on my retreat. I've been back one month from six months of silence--no talking or eye contact except for brief meetings with the meditation teachers every 3-4 days. And no reading during the first three months; minimal reading the second three months.
retreat took place at Insight Meditation Centre in Barre MA, among the
most benevolent woods, stretching for miles & miles. I did most of
my inquiry under an oak tree. It is hard to describe the wonder of that
god-wrestling was mainly done there, under the spreading canopy of that
tree, except when it was too cold to sit outside. Doubt and faith were
the questions that burned in my heart and mind. 'Who am I?', the arrow
that reveals glimpses of the silent Reality within.
Now I'm back in the world with all its heartbreak--getting the news about Syria,
South Sudan, Central African Republic, Ukraine, Egypt--giving myself
over to the tender wounded heart. I'm often exhausted by so many
stimuli; talk, internet, and the fast pace of life that surrounds me.
Being back is exciting but also very fatiguing. I'm trusting, trusting,
trusting, in the still small voice of guidance.