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Lions Roar : January 2016
It was a good question. Meditation is to stress the way an elevator is to claus- trophobia. The treatment is exposure therapy. You come to a retreat to escape stress, but it turns out there is even more stress. You have to do something you don’t want to do when you don’t want to do it. And then do it some more. Minute for minute, there is probably more stress in your first day of meditation than you’d ever, in your right mind, sign up for. Then something changes. “After a while you notice that what used to stress you out doesn’t bother you as much anymore,” I said. “You don’t think about stress in the same way, as something to avoid or eliminate. Then it more or less goes away by itself, like everything else.” When it comes to meditation it’s help- ful to remember the context Buddha gave it: as part of the eightfold path, contained within the four noble truths. These are based on a fundamental and unalterable fact of human experience: Life is suffer- ing. There’s no way out or around it. So, what are we going to do with that? At the end of the retreat everyone had a chance to say something about their experience of meditation. An old fellow said his wife had died a year ago and he was rebuilding his life. This was his first step. Across the room, a young man said he’d devoted the last fifteen years to making money, but he had two young sons and he needed to pay more attention to them. Another woman said she’d woken up a year ago and realized that although her job was to heal children and families, “I was the one who was sick.” The woman beside her said she had three children and she loved them, but sometimes she had to get far, far away from them. “It was a hard winter,” the next man said, before tears overcame him and he thanked everyone for sitting with him all weekend. “It made a difference.” They knew why they had come. I hadn’t sold them anything. They were beginners with no other option and no way out. Except now they had begun. ♦ See more at: lionsroar.com/auction Amitabha Statue from namse bangdzo bookstore Items to inspire your practice. SHAMBHALA SUN JANUARY 2016 28