No one pressured me to go to my first 10-day vipassana course. In fact, the people closest to me tried to persuade me not to go. After reading William Hart’s “The Art of Living: Vipassana Meditation as taught by S.N. Goenka” and listening to some interviews about the practice, I quietly planned as I waited for years for my kids to become old enough for me to reasonably leave my family for an extended absolute absence. When I told family and friends about my plan to go completely off the grid for ten days around my 40th birthday, they thought I had lost my mind.
During that first course, there were endless stretches of drudgery, and while I feared I might be wasting my time, there was no one to blame but myself. I put myself in that position and there was no way I could tap out early after moving mountains to be there. When the course ended, I felt that I absorbed a lot during the evening discourses and gained something from sticking it out, but I didn’t think I was any good at the practice. I had no plans to return for another course. One and done.
But when I returned home, I experienced a level of peace I had never before experienced. The bliss proved to be ephemeral, but I was inspired to continue participating in courses and became involved with my closest Vipassana center by joining committees and taking on remote tasks. I wrote articles about my experiences, mentioned the practice in presentations to large groups at work, and talked about it with my friends and family.
At home, my wife disliked everything about my practice. The time spent away from our family. The lack of anything tangible to show from my “work.” She couldn’t understand it and I couldn’t properly explain it. In a speech, Mr. Goenka said, “The best way to encourage people to come to this path is to give them a good example. Let them see that here is somebody on the path of Vipassana, living so peacefully, with love, compassion and goodwill for others.” As far as I knew, my example hadn’t successfully encouraged anyone to take a course. But still, I kept sitting.
One day, after I had been practicing for five years, my wife looked at me and said, out of the blue, “I’m going to take a Vipassana course.” I was floored. She could have told me that she was going to change careers and become an astronaut, and I probably wouldn’t have been more surprised. I hadn’t convinced her to go. She wanted to challenge herself to take the course after turning forty like I did and see for herself what it’s all about. During our last conversation before turning in her phone, she was anxious about the center and what awaited her, and just before hanging up told me, “Just so you know, I don’t plan on ever meditating again once this is over.” It seemed like a less-than-ideal attitude.
She loved the course. While her bliss also wasn’t permanent, she did, in fact, meditate again after course completion. She continues to go to courses, and I believe that her life has been permanently changed for the better. Observing my wife’s growth has been just as important to me as my own personal practice. Observing how much she has gained has motivated me to be more direct with my friends and family by inviting them to join me when I sign up for courses but, three years later, no one else has taken me up on my offer. That’s ok, though because deep down I know that my own continued practice is what will eventually inspire others to join.
By committing to attend regular retreats, I temporarily leave my regular life and learn that the world continues in my absence. I need several days just for the mental chatter to calm down so I can get to work. Because of the substantial time allotment, I become so exhausted with the thoughts of the past and the future that I have no choice but to end up in the reality of the present moment from time to time. And those moments are precious. I observe my thought patterns and reactions to those thought patterns time and time again without distractions. I learn repeatedly that I don’t need to try so hard to avoid my difficulties and discomforts, because they eventually pass away. Indeed, they will pass away more easily when I don’t try to control them, because in reality, I can’t control them anyway.
At times, the meditation marathons and extended time spent completely removed from my regular life have felt grueling, like I’m on a primal survivalist show, lonely and disconnected from my world. At other times, I have felt like I have discovered Shangri-La, a peaceful place totally removed from modern society where I am provided just enough to grow.
Finding this practice and these Vipassana centers has been a tremendous gift, and that’s why I continue to nudge my friends and family, “Go see for yourself.”
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Exactly, no pressure; Vipassana resonates with people when they’re ready.
I love seeing young people in 10-day courses and sometimes think about how amazing it would be if I knew about it when I was in my twenties. But then I have to admit to myself that I’m not sure I would do it then. I was in a different stage of my life.
I remember when I first heard about Vipassana. It was just casually mentioned to me by my at that time coworker as an explanation why he would be out. I didn’t need to hear much, I was instantly hooked. He later told me that I’ve had a spark in my eyes when he had told me about Vipassana.
I did my second sit during my 40th birthday. It was my gift to myself.
Some are amazed, some don’t understand it, some say they could never do it. And some have the same spark as I had. And it’s all ok, we meet everyone where they are.
Pain and suffering
I’m recently released from foot surgery that should have taken 6 weeks to heal. Instead it took 5 months. Practicing Vipassana since 2018 this one was a needle movement. It was very hard to look at this has " Yatha butta". The hardest part was not having external pain but internal. The bone would not heal. I called a teacher for guidance. He said , " be kind to yourself ". I did get depressed. Then the word OBSERVE started to open up an awareness that shifted inside. The mental pain at the root was being cut away and healing began along with a bone stimulator. I am Grateful for this Practice.
Much metta
I admire your courage to come forward to share your honest experience to encourage and inspire others to take advantage of this transforming non sectarian, practical technique to live life better, harmonious and peaceful for yourself and others around you.
Much Maira.
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I must say my experiences have been similar to yours. My wife too her first course 32 years after my first course. And she now practices more than I do😀
Please do share the Linkedin version for wannabe old students.