The Retreat of 2012 brought the wisdom of past retreats to flower, you could say. Little bits of that wisdom reflected in the present. Arising in my thinking was this: my past retreats are supporting me like blocks that have been brought together. It wasn’t just a scattered calendar of retreats gone by – it was a raft.
It was also a tool chest. It taught me not to fear when the activities of the body, the subtle body, the energy body really got going. I knew I could dive into pain. Equinimity is your friend on the cushion. Pain is often the teacher. Your breath, the wispy, empty sign post to which you attempt to train your mind to attend to. Your mind, ahh, the mind.. the rascally mind is your only hope of proceeding and the only thing in your way.