I approached and peered through the open window. He was on the far side of middle-aged, pot-bellied, wearing only a pair of shorts. His legs were spread and his bare feet were up on the dashboard.
“Doing well,” I said.
“Yeah! Well, my doctor said I needed to keep my feet elevated! So I figured I could do it here!” He seemed extraordinarily pleased with himself. Indeed, it is being present for the simple pleasures in life, such as sitting half-naked in a hot car with feet on the dash, that gives our days meaning. I couldn’t argue with him there.
And indeed I did not. Many people seem to be impressed by the idea of spending ten days in silence–and at retreats such as the one I attended, there is not a word or even a glance or gesture exchanged with another person, and no outside stimuli available to distract the mind. It was not difficult for me, although I had read numerous “horror” stories on the Internet and was quite prepared for it to be the hardest thing I’d ever done. This is not to brag; this merely points to the fact that I am an introvert and quite comfortable inside my own mind.
One’s mind sharpens, and subtler and subtler sensations are discerned. On the first day of practice, I experienced many “blind” spots on my body where I could not feel any sensation, and many pains–some strong enough to throw me into a state of wild panic. With a little practice, however, I was able to discern a very smooth, tingly, almost minty feeling flowing over my whole body. I watched sharp pains with detached curiosity as they pulsated, fragmented, and disappeared. It is said that with time and diligent practice, the vipassana meditator experiences the body’s apparent solidity dissolving into the mass of vibrations that it actually is. The nature of reality–down to the quantum level, where everything that appears to be real and permanent is actually constantly flipping in and out of existence–becomes apparent at an experiential level.
Before I went on this retreat I understood a little about the power and joy that comes from equanimity. I knew from my life experience–in particular, the repeated experience of depression and remission from depression–that outer circumstances are quite secondary and that real peace comes from the balance of one’s mind. But it was a mystery to me why I sometimes possessed such a deep equanimity, and why it just as suddenly would leave me and I would be plunged into a solid despair, where everything was extraordinarily painful. I have now learned a technique for systematically cultivating equanimity. And I cannot think of anything more valuable.