July 2011
I haven't been posting because I'm studying so much on this path I feel as if I'm in a deeply liminal time and it is difficult to articulate my thoughts.
The last 9 months I've begun the studies in the Shambhala lineage that will lead me to the short-term vows as a nun, I hope, at the Gampo Abbey. At first the teachings seemed abstract, for lack of a better way of defining it, and they felt far away from me for a bit, detached, and I wondered if I would ever understand them.
The dark of winter was filled with depression, something I've only worked with the last few years since my mom died, when the light shortens all stresses feel as if they are tenfold as large. I even worried for myself and wondered if I would ever pull through it, would I ever feel light again.
The light of day returned and with it a resonance with what felt abstract. I feel like I've only just opened my eyes and things are hard to define anymore. Or, a sense they are definable in so many ways that naming one just doesn't begin to make sense. This also led to a feeling of loneliness, for everything looked different to me than it had before, changing my self-concept but also putting a feeling of distance between us.
I could see more, my own ups and downs, clinging, distraction, ego, desire for pleasure, avoidance of pain/discomfort, and also that of others. Hearing my own storylines I've told myself and others repeatedly, viewing how I run towards or away from things, my neurosis and my wisdom, my blindness and my clear seeing. Honestly, I feel so rude saying this, but for the most part it ended up making me not like many people who I'd liked or tolerated before, and that included myself.
Even those close to me I could see their illusions and I felt as if we were both wasting our life moments away sucked up in some pattern that repeats and repeats. This caused me some feelings of anger for stepping on this path because ignorance was bliss in many ways, and I remember before this time feeling I could love everyone no matter what just because it seemed the most peaceful path.
My views of others in repeat patterns, often engaging with me in them, and watching myself, caused this avoidance of them, of those interactions. I wondered, deeply concerned, if I would ever develop compassion for others again.
Lately I've felt the seeds sprouting of complexity and compassion without clinging or judging, avoiding, embellishing. This is a relief. I'm heartened that the path onwards from here will be easier in small ways, that at least I will know things truly will cycle through and settle in. I guess that's having faith, for lack of a better term, in what this path holds for me in growth.
The last 9 months I've begun the studies in the Shambhala lineage that will lead me to the short-term vows as a nun, I hope, at the Gampo Abbey. At first the teachings seemed abstract, for lack of a better way of defining it, and they felt far away from me for a bit, detached, and I wondered if I would ever understand them.
The dark of winter was filled with depression, something I've only worked with the last few years since my mom died, when the light shortens all stresses feel as if they are tenfold as large. I even worried for myself and wondered if I would ever pull through it, would I ever feel light again.
The light of day returned and with it a resonance with what felt abstract. I feel like I've only just opened my eyes and things are hard to define anymore. Or, a sense they are definable in so many ways that naming one just doesn't begin to make sense. This also led to a feeling of loneliness, for everything looked different to me than it had before, changing my self-concept but also putting a feeling of distance between us.
I could see more, my own ups and downs, clinging, distraction, ego, desire for pleasure, avoidance of pain/discomfort, and also that of others. Hearing my own storylines I've told myself and others repeatedly, viewing how I run towards or away from things, my neurosis and my wisdom, my blindness and my clear seeing. Honestly, I feel so rude saying this, but for the most part it ended up making me not like many people who I'd liked or tolerated before, and that included myself.
Even those close to me I could see their illusions and I felt as if we were both wasting our life moments away sucked up in some pattern that repeats and repeats. This caused me some feelings of anger for stepping on this path because ignorance was bliss in many ways, and I remember before this time feeling I could love everyone no matter what just because it seemed the most peaceful path.
My views of others in repeat patterns, often engaging with me in them, and watching myself, caused this avoidance of them, of those interactions. I wondered, deeply concerned, if I would ever develop compassion for others again.
Lately I've felt the seeds sprouting of complexity and compassion without clinging or judging, avoiding, embellishing. This is a relief. I'm heartened that the path onwards from here will be easier in small ways, that at least I will know things truly will cycle through and settle in. I guess that's having faith, for lack of a better term, in what this path holds for me in growth.