A recent three day retreat of inward journey was exhilarating, joyful, calming and exhausting, all at once. The physical body rebelled at the 2:45 am wake up calls. Monkey mind tortured the body, as the body chose to sit still. There were intense moments of energy surges. A ton of pent up emotions flowed in the name of tears and energies were exchanged through hugs. The room reverberated with deafening silence. The sounds of sobs became a common occurrence in a room filled with almost 450 people. After three days of listening to profoundly wonderful and transforming lectures, combined with long periods of sitting still, I emerged, a somewhat transformed human being (or so it seems). What surprised me was the inner chaotic voice settled and surprised my outer experience in my everyday world. And I seem to be experiencing some interesting results.
The seeming disappearance (temporary ?) of the sock thief : In the physical world, I know for a fact that I have only two children, however, I am reasonably sure that as I delivered them, I also delivered an invisible sock thief, for it is only after their birth that single socks have begun to disappear. Regardless of how few loads of laundry I do, I have always land up with single socks. I commend my two children who, instead of cringing at my parental sock-neglectfulness, have now become proud wearers of different socks. Since my return from my retreat, I have found all pairs of matching socks. The sock thief has perhaps ended his sojourn with us. Amen!
Order in a chaotic home : As I trotted back into my home, I was welcomed to a rather regular sight, that surprisingly did not perturb me. Piled up loads of laundry in every nook that I could see. Household chores, grocery shopping, dirty car, work-related issues and much more. I could barely believe myself when I smiled my way through washing and folding, what seemed like 40 loads of laundry. I hopped over toys like a joyous bunny in the spring time. A trip to the grocery store on a grey day seemed like a picnic on a bright summer day. Work-related emails seemed to take quarter of the time that it would before. And I know that what has distinctly changed is indeed my attitude towards the issues that once used to be irritants.
The idiot box takes the brunt : Since my return from the retreat, the need to engage in my inner world is so powerful that my favourite sitcoms have suffered a major blow. Some of the characters must feel bereft of an ardent fan. My family has lost a sitcom companion and the TRP has dropped by one and thus having a domino effect on all the missed opportunities for commercials selling products that were seemingly important to buy and hoard. I have been robbed of the “knowledge” that I could have gained by watching commercials about those pharmaceutical products that cause distress in the undistressed.
Sedated monkey mind : It has been over a week since I have returned from the trip. What surprised me was the sense of calmness that prevails since – a true appreciation for life, joy in the littlest of things, non-judgmental peaceful days, a heartfelt gratitude for all setbacks, a deeper sense of community, a profound sense of compassion, a rather wonderful understanding of the macro and the dissipating importance of the micro. It most definitely seems like the a powerful sedation of the monkey mind. And a passionate desire to continue to do what was once seemingly difficult to do – practicing silence every single day.
PS : Thank you Google images for the image.