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Happy Monday, my Lovelies.
Time for my second installment of musings from my first Vipassana retreat. You can find my first post post (What is is, Why I went, What you DO) over here.

Today I am ruminating on… Silence. The retreat gave me the opportunity to enter Noble Silence for 10 days. This means, no speaking, no gesturing, barely any eye contact with my fellow meditators.
I loved it.
There are very interesting things that happen when we go into silence in this way. The first being that we drop the… social niceties.
I don’t mean at ALL that we we become RUDE – far from it. In my experience, the imposition of silence made me even more aware of others in some ways.
The “bathroom dance” was the best example of this.
There were approximately 40 (or more) women at the retreat and the bathroom in the meditation hall had 5 stalls. Whenever there was a break – the line up formed immediately. (Nothing worse that trying to SIT with a full bladder – lemme tell ya!)
There were slippers to wear into the bathroom. We would line up, and as women exited the bathroom, they would slip off the bathroom slippers so that the next in line could slip them on. Each person had their own way of doing this. In the beginning, we all tended to go to the spot where the slippers were originally lined up and leave them there. The next in line could take them, or leave them to someone farther down the line. As the week progressed, most of us began to stand in front of the next slipperless woman and slide out of the slippers right in front of her so she could take them. All the while with no eye contact. Some women continued to walk back to the “slipper spot” to remove the slippers. And one woman just sort of… walked out them and moved on – leaving them near the door. That was my room-mate. She wasn’t having a very good time. But… more on that another time.
The most intricate portion of the dance was the washing of the hands. There were only 3 sinks and 1 paper towel dispenser. I became mesmerized by the amazing choreography of women emerging from stalls, washing and drying their hands and passing off the slippers – all in blissful SILENCE. One day I was watching people’s feet and the reflection in the mirror – it truly was a dance and I came to love the beauty of it. I remember thinking, “This would be lovely on stage. I must incorporate it into my Vipassana Play.” May such a thing be born, one day.
So – when I say that the Silence allowed us to drop some social niceties, it wasn’t that we became … unaware.. of people around us. But we didn’t need to… smile that smile. The smile that automatically comes to your face when you encounter someone. That –
“Hi. Like me. I’m a really nice person”
smile.
Do you have one?
I sure as heck do. I am a HUGE people pleaser and that smile is always at the ready. And oh my sweet baby Jebus was it ever a relief to feel my face … relax. To be able to just let my face be… neutral… as I went about my day.
The grace-filled dance of silence was echoed in the Dining Room. The space was much
bigger than the washroom and the food was laid out well, but again – we were 40 women getting food and drink, eating and washing up our dishes all in silence. Reaching for the butter, the sunflower seeds, the tea and honey; finding a place to sit… and we managed it all calmly and silently with no major collisions.
And speaking of the Dining Room. Eating in silence is truly a lovely exercise in mindfulness. No TV to watch. No chatter. Just… eating tasty food. You can really enjoy the food – savouring each bite.
I loved eating “mindfully” though I must confess that I did find myself having a conversation with the person who had carved her name into the wall by the first seat I chose. I often returned to that spot and whenever I did I read that name and chatted with her in my mind.
I also read and re-read any posts on the bulletin board in the Dining Room. Reading material was verboten, so there were a few of us who read that bulletin board a few times every day.
That’s another thing about the silence – no input from outside.
I felt my ears… grow huge… as they reached for sound. In the meditation hall, I

listened to people’s small shiftings, thier breaths and coughs. I often heard (and swayed with) my own heartbeat. Outside on my walks, I relished the crunch of snow under my boots and the sudden SILENCE of stopping and holding still. The seeming silence that soon filled with birdsong, tiny rustlings and – if I was at the edge of the ravine – the trickle of water running under the snow. A train whistle in the distance reminded me of home and I wept. A snippet of an 80s song from a passing car far out on the road made me grin and grin. The approaching sound of crunching footsteps let me know I wasn’t alone.
I was always aware of others and yet the silence allowed me to turn inward in a way that I have been craving for a long while.
The chatter in my brain grew loud and louder and then began to fade… or at least focus itself on things that where right in front of me instead of leaping back into the past and tearing off into the future.
Coming out of Silence…
Coming out of the silence was… profound for me. When we were “released” from Noble Silence… I sort of… ran away to the place I walked each day. I wasn’t quite ready to talk. I went one more time to listen to that water running under the snow.
I walked my small circuit and when I met another walker, instead of doing our usual silent pass with our eyes averted, we paused and looked at each other and said, “hello.” Our eyes filled with tears and we began to laugh. It was so … amazing to GREET another being. The speaking and the eye contact both made me weep. I’d passed this woman on our walks every day. I recognized her boots and coat and now, for the first time I looked into her eyes and said hello. I SAW her and she SAW me. It’s hard to put into words but just that … greeting … made my heart crack open a little. I wondered and still wonder what it would be like if I could greet each person I meet with the same… intensity.
It’s something to strive for.
I’m going to stop with that. And listen to one of my favourite John Prine songs.
Thanks for stopping by.
~May you be happy~
Go easy ~p
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Strolling through the blogs at the Grow Your Blog party hosted by Vicki over at 2 bags full this weekend, I’m realizing how writing is connected to so many other Crafts.

I weave words together to create a story.
Sometimes it feels like… quilting…. I have all these disparate bits and pieces… small scraps of thoughts and ideas and character voices and I lay them all out and find the most pleasing pattern and then… I stitch them together to make something warm and comforting.
I sculpt the draft.
I thread word after word into a beautiful creation – like beads on a necklace.
Some days it feels like hammering metal.
Other days, it’s like making a lovely nest of yarn.
Hmmm. I like that.

Last Quarter – Wolf Moon
Time to pause and take a look back at our progress this moonth.
Think on what we would like to wrap up before the dark moon.
Begin to turn our thoughts to possible intentions for the coming new moon cycle (Jan 30th).
Shake off the hard stuff and roll around a lil in the good.
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Reviewing Intentions ~ WORK
At the full moon, I mentioned that I seemed to be ticking along pretty good on all fronts – except for work on Sanctuary.
It’s been a struggle… that’s sure. But I’m feeling really good about it today. Having ridden the roller coaster of …
I woke this morning with a calm sure sense of where to lay my foot next – I immediately started doubting this – but I lay still and decided to follow the path ahead. It’s all I can do.
I can’t/won’t abandon the story. Not yet, anyhow.
I am learning much.
I will continue working on at least two fronts. Wildmind working and Logicmind working.
Wildmind will… back it up. Spend some time listening to the characters… one at a time… and letting them speak to me in their true voices. Scribblebook time – as this work, for me, is best done by hand. I will let them loose and let them talk to me again without the critic, without trying to control them and fit them into my pre-concieved idea of who they are and how they fit into this story. It’s their damned story, not mine, after all. I forget that sometimes.
Logicmind time will be spent playing with the timeline and looking to see how the existing draft can worked on with an eye to revealing the true structure. I will play in Scrivener and with AeonTimeline to SEE THE STORY AS A WHOLE and find the smaller arcs within the main storyline.
I love both processes and I’m thinking that continued steady work on BOTH fronts will bring us through.
Fingers crossed.
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And, with that… we move on into the final quarter of this year’s Wolf moon.
Energy is winding down. We need to wrap up a few loose ends and then… find rest when the moon goes dark.
Be gentle with yourself, and others, this quarter.
Thanks for popping by.
Go easy ~p
One of the Writer blogs I follow faithfully is written by Susan Swan.
I had the joy and privilege of studying with Susan at York University in the way-back. She is a fabulous teacher and one of my favourite writers as well. Her books include The Wives of Bath, The Western Light , and Stupid Boys Are Good To Relax With.
She is currently midway through work on a new novel and has begun keeping an online diary of the ups and downs she goes through in the process. The series is titled Anxiety Pancakes: Life in the Middle of a Novel. It is fascinating and incredibly inspiring and I’m sending all my writer pals over to check it out. (hint hint)
As y’all know… I too am midway through … thigh, chest, throat deep… in a new novel and … some days it’s a fricken struggle. It’s nice to have some company. Susan’s posts make me smile and they also get me thinking about things. I’ve taken to commenting on them each day and I’ve discovered a few other writers who are also joining in the conversation.
In Anxiety Pancakes: Life in the Middle of a Novel (Day Six)
Susan writes about revisions. About how tricky it can be. Especially if we are revising as we work our way through a first draft.
How much should I revise before I move on? And why should I revise a chapter ten times if that chapter ends up on the cutting room floor? (Many chapters will end up not making it into my final draft. I know that from experience.) And yet, if I don’t revise, I may miss some key elements of the story or the characters, aspects or details that I need to keep writing. So–what to do? I’ve recently decided not to revise a chapter more than three times in the first draft. That means I can’t revise six to ten pages more than three times.
Because revising has its perils. It can give you a sense of control over something like novel writing that is not really controllable. As John Gardener once said, writing a novel is like setting sail in a rowboat, on the ocean, without a compass.
I used to rewrite the openings of my novels hundreds of times until my friend and writing buddy Marni Jackson pointed out that this exercise was a waste of time. I revised like this because it gave me the illusion of control but it stopped me from moving forward with my story. In fact, endless revising on the first draft can feel like masturbating without an orgasm. You think you’re making yourself feel good. But you’re really driving yourself crazy with frustration.
This kicked off the following response from me:
And again this hits me square in the gut (in a good way).
This morning I was playing around, talking to some of my characters about why the novel isn’t going well.
I’ve been working on this novel for what feels like – EVER. Through dry spells and diversions galore. I “thought” this draft … Got it all out there… The entire story… And that my work now would be MAINLY refining and polishing.
Methinks I am mistaken.
Truth is, this draft has opened up more questions for me. And though my initial urge was to dive in and … Wrestle this thing… Impose ORDER upon it… Bash it into line somehow… I think the scary truth may be that what I really need to do is – go deeper.
And…oh that makes me tired.
And… Oh that also gives me the tingle of excitement we get from knowing that there is more to discover.
I yearn for control.
And I also know that the juiciest, truest, work comes when I … Get the hell out of the way and let my characters loose.
I want to jump ahead to the time when I can see it and feel it all clear and I can wrangle and CRAFT the tale. But I’m not there yet.
Best wade in a bit farther.
I did a bit of work… and then popped BACK to her site to add…
Or…. a bit of wading and listening…
and a bit of fiddling/thinking about the structure….
fun fun fun
Cuz that’s where I’m at. It truly does feel like I have been working on Sanctuary for… eons. The story first came to me way back in 2008. But, what with LIFE and shite, we are really only midway through year two of SERIOUS work. That ain’t so long – for me. Mostly Happy took me six years. Hell, my first full length play took me five years to “get right” heh heh.
I recently read over what I was considering a true “first draft” of the novel and… my heart sunk. It doesn’t TOTALLY BLOW – but oh… there is so much work to be done. And it is work of … different types.
There are voices that are not… clear to me yet. I need to allow them to emerge – which means… let them loose.
There are scenes missing – leaped over or dropped in the process of getting to this draft – that need to be written or re-inserted.
There are events that I have no friggen idea as to why they are there – but that I’m not ready to toss yet. Things that are trying to … bring MORE to the story.
Scariest of all – I’m still not totally sold on whether I even have the right… narrative voice or POV or… oh man.
Much work to do… Much much work.
This story started so… simply. A story of an odd friendship, mixed in with a Noirish thriller. It is growing into… something else all together. The story of a town with a deep (and sometimes dark) history filled with a host of fascinating folks all elbowing their way into my heart. Every one of them – looking for sanctuary.
I am in turns – exhausted and thrilled by where I’m at with it right now.
In some moments, I want to chuck the whole thing away and … move on to something else. Something new and shiny and … SHORT.
And in other moments, I’m happy to be with this gang and excited about where we are headed.
Was wide awake at 3:30 this morning… running the timeline of the novel through my sleep deprived brain. Crawled out of bed at four and started scribbling.
Living the dream, baby. Living the dream.
And now… time to get back at it. I’m heading out this afternoon to go fishing in an ice hut parked out front of the shakey shack with my Pal, D. I’m bringing the sammiches.
Happy scribbling to all.
And seriously – go check out Susan’s posts. They will nourish you. I promise.
Thanks for stopping by.
Go easy ~p
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ps- I’m taking part in a “blog party” this weekend. It’s organized by Vicki over at 2 Bags Full. It’s gonna be rather HUGE as she has something like 500 bloggers signed up. We’re all going to drop in on each other over the weekend. Whee! You can find out more info HERE. I should’ve posted about it earlier so fellow bloggers could jump aboard and participate. It’s too late to register your blog, but you can still come and play with us all. Let’s blog hop together. It’ll be fun.
The time has come, the walrus said, to talk of many things….

I attended my first 10 day Vipassana Course in December at the Ontario Vipassana Centre. It has taken me a while to work my way around to talking about it.
I very much want to share the experience with you, but it seems that every time I begin to talk or scribble about it – so MUCH pours out at once that it is… a tad overwhelming.
I must begin somewhere, if I am to begin at all … so I’ll start with an intro and see where we land up.
Vipassana, which means to see things as they really are, is one of India’s most ancient techniques of meditation. It is, in short, a body-scan technique wherein the practitioner moves her attention from “head to feet – feet to head” paying attention to the sensations that are present on (and in) the body.
The technique is taught at Vipassana Centres around the world – beginning with a 10 day residential course.
There is no cost for these courses. In fact you cannot pay or even donate any money to the centres until after you have completed one 10 day course. And they are SERIOUS about this. There is no pressure at all to hand over cash. At the end of the course, there is an opportunity to donate money in order to help keep the Centre alive and to allow others to experience an introduction to Vipassana, but they do NOT pressure you to pay. They are very grateful for any donation and will give you a receipt for your donation. One can also offer to volunteer at future courses as a Server. Or inbetween courses to help with the maintenance and upkeep of the centre. This service is HIGHLY valued.
I enjoyed the reasoning behind this “no pay” policy. It goes beyond the desire to make Vipassana available to all. It is an exercise in itself for us to be there… on someone else’s dime. We are there, being taught, with a roof over our heads and food in our bowls because someone else paid for us. It may be the first time some of us had the experience of “charity” of this sort. And it adds to the experience of living like a monk. We are grateful for the bed we are given and for the food in our bowl. We don’t go running to complain to someone if we don’t like the food or accommodation or if the teaching seems “too hard.” Well, most of us don’t. It’s a good system.
You can find more detailed information, that includes the history of the technique and quick overview of the courses over at the OVC’s Introduction to Vipassana Meditation page.
I’ve been exploring different meditation techniques for a few years now. Mainly working with mindfulness meditation – sitting and paying attention to the breath as it comes in and out, watching my mind wander hither and yon. I’ve done body scans, guided meditations, worked with mantras… lil of this… lil of that.
I was sort of … overwhelming myself… with different ways to meditate. I would jump aboard different meditation challenges – and do them, but end up feeling that I was somehow only dancing on the surface. That there was … too much going on. I was trying to do too many things at once, or there was too much to think about when what I was trying to do was… NOT THINK.
I yearned to… spend longer on … ONE THING… Choose one mantra or one technique or… something… but I kept leaping from one teaching to another. Unable to settle. I longed, mostly, for a way to find… REST for my mind. To find a still spot where the wandering would stop – even for a moment. I’d begun to feel that stillness, briefly, but mostly I was learning to just… sit and observe the mind as it flitted about from thought to thought. Restful enough, but I wondered if I could find that really still place within.
The idea of a 10day Silent Retreat where I would JUST MEDITATE was extremely appealing. And… the price was right. I am so shit-arsed broke right now that any sort of RETREAT seemed beyond my means entirely. Until I came across Vipassana and the Ontario Vipassana Centre.
I did some research to make sure I wasn’t headed into some crazy cult situation. I read articles and blog posts for and against Vipassana and its teacher, S.N. Goenka. I read posts and watched videos about people’s experiences at these retreats or “courses” as Goenka refers to them.
It became more and more appealing.
I have to confess that the idea of a hot shower every day and a warm bunk also appealed. Last winter was hard and long at the shaky shack. The idea of hot running water and warmth and two tasty meals per day sounded pretty darned good. And though The Raggedy Man and I lead a pretty quiet life, I was also intrigued and lured by the idea of 10 days in complete SILENCE.
So I applied and was accepted for a course running from Dec 11-22. I was nervous and excited.
I am very very glad I went and very very grateful for all that I received.
If you are at ALL drawn to attend a 10day course, I encourage you to do it.
It was hard hard hard – as I will write about in this series of posts, but it was also absolutely great. And, I believe, the beginning of something wonderful for me.
The day you arrive, you settle into your room, fill in some registration forms and hand in things like cellphones, computers, books, journals ect for safekeeping. I shared a room, but there are some private rooms as well. The hardest thing for me to “hand over” was my scribble book. I was ready for some silence and to disconnect from the cell and the ‘puter world – but how oh how would I survive without a book to read myself to sleep and my beloved Scrib to take notes in? My belly did a flip-flop as I handed it over to the kind-faced woman who would be our Manager for the course.
The Manager is the person who takes care of all the logistics during the course. She was the only one we could speak with, aside from the Assistant Teacher.
There are two assistant teachers. One for the women and one for the men. They are called “assistants” because Goenka is the main teacher – though we see him only on Video and hear him on Audio throughout the course.
There were 75 people at the course, plus the Servers and some old students who dropped in to sit with us on different days. I think the split was about 50 women, 25 men. But I didn’t actually count.
We all ate supper together. The food is amazingly tasty and plentiful. We had an intro talk where we could ask questions and then we all headed back to our rooms. We met at the Meditation Hall at 7pm and the course began. After that… it was Noble Silence until the penultimate day of the course. On the tenth day, we would resume speaking and ease our way back into the regular world.
Noble Silence is defined as: silence of body, speech and mind. Meaning that we aimed to keep our focus on our selves and not communicate in any way with our fellow meditators. We were free to talk to the Manager about any material needs and to speak to the Assistant Teacher about the technique.
I have much to say about the Silence. About how large my ears felt as they reached for every sound. About what it was like coming out of the Silence. It deserves a post of it’s own.
That first evening, we received our instructions on Anapana Sati – the observation of our NATURAL respiration. We spent the first three days of the course learning to focus on our breath as it came in and out of our nostrils. We began by focusing our attention on the entire nose and the upper lip – feeling the breath come in and out. Then we narrowed our focus to sensations on the upper lip.
The main idea being to notice the breath and the sensations on/in the nostrils and upper lip AS THEY ARE, not as we WISH them to be. Meaning not trying to force anything, not changing our breathing, just paying attention to the sensations that occur.
It’s harder than it sounds.
And here we come to one of my major discoveries during the course. I was prepared for the wandering monkey mind. What I hadn’t really thought about much was… the physical aspect of sitting for 10 hours each day. By Day 2, I was a fiery ball of pain. I’ll speak more about this in an upcoming post on Pain and the Brain.
We stuck solely with the Anapana practice for the first three days.
The Daily Schedule:
I know it seems — INTENSE — and it is, but I came to love those early morning sits best of all, and the schedule really does allow enough time for resting and sleep. I felt great and found it easy to stick with it.
Part way through Day 4, we received instruction on Vipassana and began practicing that – using Anapana to help us focus when necessary.
Vipassana, like I said above, is a body-scan technique – working from the top of the head to the tips of the toes and back up again… and back down…and back up… and so on for the entire hour. The idea being to feel the sensations on each and every body part. To feel what is ACTUALLY there, not what what we WISH was there. So no… relaxing or attempting to change or create some kind of sensation. Just… paying attention to what we feel. Heat. Cold. The cloth touching our skin. Wracking physical pain that Goenka calls “solidified unpleasant sensation”. The ZipZap electric strangeness that comes sometimes… whatever.
The point being to feel these sensations – the pleasant and the unpleasant – and to know that the nature of all these sensations is that they arise and grow in intensity and then… pass away. The sensations are in constant flow and flux – as EVERYTHING IS.
That is the main point of this tecnique. It is a way to feel and observe – IN YOUR BODY the … impermanence of … everything. We are to use these sensations and their arising and passing away to develop… equanimity.
Meaning that we do not crave the pleasant sensations, nor do we harbour hatred and aversion for the unpleasant. They are what they are and they will change.
We scan from head to feet, feet to head, encountering sensations on (and in) the body and we do not deny them, or ignore them, or try to change them. This sensation or that sensation makes no difference. Equanimity is most important. We keep on developing our equanimity based on the impermanence of the sensations we experience.
That’s it. That’s the whole thing. That’s what you do.
And it is totally different for each person. That is what makes it hard to talk about in some ways – because if I tell you what it was like for me – you might think “ah I will feel this… or I will feel that…” and you might not. Which could make you crave the sensations that I had. Some people see light. Some people get electric zings. Some people weep and weep and weep.
Even the way you “sit” is unique to yourself. When you first enter the Meditation Hall, you will find a spot with your name on it that has a mat with a rectangular pillow on it. These are “the basics” but there are benches, chairs, pillows and cushions of all shapes and sizes to choose from. I’ll talk more about finding my “most comfortable” or “least painful” way to sit in another post.
I cried the first time we did Vipassana. I thought I might. Any type of “body work” can open up vats of emotional pain for me. I though I would cry during the scan, but I didn’t. It wasn’t until later – walking to the dining hall for our dinner that I suddenly started sobbing. I stopped and stepped off the path and stood there crying trying to be silent, but sobbing my heart out. An old student stopped beside me. She just stood there. Looking at the ground, but standing with me. I sobbed a bit more and then, we moved on. It was lovely, actually.
As the time went on, I often wept. Mostly outside on my walks. I walked every day after lunch for about 1/2 hour or more. I wept at… beauty… mostly. At the full moon. At the sound of water running down in the ravine or a far off train whistle. At birdsong and crazy squirrel maneuvers.
It was a good weeping.
And hey – as to that question about finding a place where the mind “rests” where the chatter stops – YES. I did find it.
More on THAT later, as well.
I’ll stop, for now, as this post has already run longer than I’d planned.
Thanks for stopping by.
Before you go – here’s a short vid of the Dude himself – S.N. Goenka giving a quick session on Anapana.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K5CJLKTn47k
If you have any questions, please leave a comment below or drop me a line. I hope to continue this series each Monday.
Go easy ~p
Questions and Answers About Vipassana
Awareness and Equanimity – I love this one! Very detailed and well thought out.
The Low Down Dirty Deets on Vipassana
The Truth about 10 day S.N. Goenka Vipassana Meditation Retreats
10 Days of Silence: Is a Vipassana Boot Camp for You?
And a great series I found today over at Somebody’s Travel that starts with: Ten Days Dhamma/Vipassana-meditation – Ten days of torture and brain-laundry? The blog hasn’t been updated since 2008, but I’m quite enjoying the series on Vipassana.

Full Wolf Moon – Time of the Awakened Heart according to April Elliot Kent over at one of my newest favourite sites – Big Sky Astrology.
In her article on this month’s full moon, she notes:
Sometimes we’re fortunate enough to encounter these luminescent, warm-hearted, Buddha-like souls in real life — the wise elder, the avuncular grandfather, the fun-loving friend who never met a stranger— and it’s as healing as a comfortable nap in front of a roaring fire. Interestingly, these are never people whom life has spared from difficulty and fear. In fact, it’s because they’ve faced life’s problems and retained a hopeful, positive Jupiterian presence that they reassure us we can do the same. “We all get older, we’re frail and afraid,” their manner implies, “but it will be okay as long as we help each other out. We just have to be there for one another. We just have to be there for ourselves.”
I love that.
It’s what it is all about, after all. Like Mark Vonnegut said… ‘We’re here to get each other through this thing, whatever it is.’
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Reviewing Intentions
As I ponder the full moon tonight, I will be thinking over the intentions I set at the beginning of this moonth. Seeing if anything needs tweaking. Seeing where I can take a stronger action to achieve my goals. So far I seem to be ticking along pretty good on all fronts – with more work ahead in each area.
Still having a difficult time settling in to WORK on Sanctuary. But I have made a start. Again. And I believe I have a good plan of work laid out for myself. A way through the draft and towards a solid ReVision. This morning I was thinking…
In my wildest fantasy moments I imagine myself reading through this draft and then having an “Ah HA!” moment and sitting down to write it all over again – but INSANELY QUICKLY. That would be fantabulous. But it ain’t the way it really works. Sigh oh sigh.
On I go.
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Things to Release?
The other thing I am doing today is thinking about what it is that I might be able to release as the moon begins to wane. Anything that might actually be holding me back or tripping me up. The thing that keeps coming to mind is…this incessant NEED for templates and checklists. Not sure I’m entirely ready to toss out all my “trackings” of life, but I begin to see that I desire something else.
I imagine a time when I will just… go about my day… working at this and that… flowing along with whatever the universe puts in my path and then, at days end, taking a few moments to look back and acknowledge the hard and the good and to see the elements dancing with me through it all. More… free-flow. Less templates and checklists.
That said… I’m not there quite yet… so I continue with my Daily Chickens.
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In my Shake and Bake 61 – I spoke of my search for a way to incorporate some kind of … system for noticing/observing/paying attention to the Elements as they appear in my life. I continue to play with this… feeling my way through. There was a great comment from Polyphanes over at the Digital Rambler (another new FAVE). He sent me off to explore Cornelius Agrippa’s Scale of Five and how he relates the senses to the elements. I immediately felt that his pairing of FIRE with VISION was bang on. And I also totally see that pairing Spririt with the sense of smell as connected to the burnt offerings sent up to “the gods” But I think, for me, for now anyhow – I still feel that SCENT matches up with AIR and I will pair HEARING with SPIRIT. This is a big year of listening for me. And it feels … well heck… very spiritual. As though I am listening for guidance from my own spirit or from a higher source. So… I’ll swing with this matching for now.
I’m also still wrestling with the matching up of… areas of life (home, relationships, work, health, spirituality) with the elements. Still not feeling quite right… sigh. Ah well… it’s all a work in progress.
Here’s what I’m working with for this quarter.
Θ (theta) earth – home – touch
Φ (phi) air – relationships – scent
Χ (chi) fire – work – vision
Ξ (ksi) water – health – taste
Ψ (psi) quintessence – spirit – hearing
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And, with that… I do believe it is time now for me to go and sit on my lovely purple pillow.
Sending wishes for a lovely full moon time for you.
May you be full to bursting with creativity, energy and VERVE.
Thanks for popping by.
Go easy ~p
Sitting in a hotel room in Timmins Ontario, listening to Neil Young on the radio.
We will spend the day circling the hospital. Medical tests for the Raggedy Man and my MiL. Me and the Diggedy Dawg are along for company, moral support and… general distraction and amusement.
Lying in bed, unable to sleep, I began to contemplate this new practice I have taken on. Since attending my first 10 day Vipassana Retreat – I have been “sitting” for an hour each morning and another hour each evening. Well, I’ve been AIMING for that. I find the morning sit easy to work into my day. I have more difficulty with sitting in the evening. Works “best” if I do it around 5pm.
…ANYHOW….
I’ve been meaning to post about the retreat and to begin posting regularly about this here journey down the Dhamma Road. I began a letter to Lady K as a way to… sort out my thoughts about the retreat and when I hit page ten – I realized that there will need to be a “series” of posts about the retreat. There is so much I want to … turn over in my hands, look at, talk about, explore. I learn by writing. I come to understand things by writing about them. This I know.
This is also why one of the hardest things about the 10 day retreat was that I couldn’t WRITE. Couldn’t take notes every step along the way… notes I would review and sift and sort through in order to craft a post or two or five that would lay out my experience. For myself and for you.
So… There’s the letter… there’s some notes in the Scribble Book. There is an urge to post this series on Meditation each Monday. Because? Because I so respond to a deadline, even if it is entirely self imposed. And here it is … Monday… again… and I’m in a hotel room in Timmins.
Will a post emerge?
Does this count?
It will have to do… because now it is time now to walk the dog and then we will head up to the hospital for the first visit.
And I smile as I type this. Knowing/feeling that this new practice is already having an effect on my over all… being.
It’s a worthwhile goal, my friends.
For now… baby steps.
Have a good day ~p
From the above link on Equanimity – adapted from a talk by Gil Fronsdal, May 29th, 2004
The most common Pali word translated as “equanimity” is upekkha, meaning “to look over.” It refers to the equanimity that arises from the power of observation, the ability to see without being caught by what we see. When well-developed, such power gives rise to a great sense of peace.
Upekkha can also refer to the ease that comes from seeing a bigger picture. Colloquially, in India the word was sometimes used to mean “to see with patience.” We might understand this as “seeing with understanding.” For example, when we know not to take offensive words personally, we are less likely to react to what was said. Instead, we remain at ease or equanimous. This form of equanimity is sometimes compared to grandmotherly love. The grandmother clearly loves her grandchildren but, thanks to her experience with her own children, is less likely to be caught up in the drama of her grandchildren’s lives.
The second word often translated as equanimity is tatramajjhattata, a compound made of simple Pali words. Tatra, meaning “there,” sometimes refers to “all these things.” Majjha means “middle,” and tata means “to stand or to pose.” Put together, the word becomes “to stand in the middle of all this.” As a form of equanimity, “being in the middle” refers to balance, to remaining centered in the middle of whatever is happening. This balance comes from inner strength or stability. The strong presence of inner calm, well-being, confidence, vitality, or integrity can keep us upright, like a ballast keeps a ship upright in strong winds. As inner strength develops, equanimity follows.

The new moon fell on January First. I had EVERY INTENTION of creating a post to wish you a grand and wonderful new year… but the world was full to bursting and I didn’t make it to the typer at all at all. So… belatedly…
It has been a slow emerging for me into the world of words on any pages other than the Scribble Book. I’ve been thinking and scribbling my way towards a post about the Vipassana Course I attended in December. It was fabulous and hard and wonderful and… I WILL post about it. I promise.
I’ve been spending some time playing in my Night Ravings book. The place I keep track of the passing moons, of dreams and strange research into this or that. Looking at this whole idea of Living by the Moon. About what I want to accomplish. What I want to explore. Why I want to “track things” and how and whether it should be private or public. Meaning… should I even continue with these check in posts on the blog.
I believe the public nature of these check ins gives me added impetus to … DO THEM. I have always responded best to … doing things for others. Even if it is only an imagined other. I have no illusions that you await each post with bated breath – but still, I hate to disappoint. I once did an entire show on the Fringe circuit for ONE audience member. She came, she paid, she saw the show. It was kind of wonderful actually. To tell an intimate story to her – all alone in the theatre. I’m OK with small audiences – and I’m so glad you take the time to come here and see what I’m up to. Merci.
But… I blather.
I also think that – though it is still a bit discombobulating to do these check ins by the moon as opposed to WEEKLY – that this will help me truly feel and mark the passing of each moon this year.
I’ve also been seeking ways to also use these posts and my private “paper chickens” (daily check ins) as a way to be aware of the Elements and of the Random Sacred as it appears in my life.
Time was spent after the retreat revamping my paper chickens. I’m liking the new template. So far.
I’m questioning my obsession with tracking the DOINGS each day. Though they are things that I know make for … a better day and a better me – I can get depressed by the LACK of doings. Like… no yoga in eons and my poor neglected guitar.
On my travels, last month, I got to spend some time with the fabulous Lady K and she asked me if the tracking was helping me. I said I thought it was. She asked me “how?” and I said the main thing seemed to be that… adding it all up at the end of that first year helped me to honestly see that I ACTUALLY DID STUFF. So often I feel that weird sense of… nothing happening. The hours and hours and hours spent writing seem to melt away when at the end of the year there isn’t some big list of “things published” or even submitted.
Novel writing is … hard. For me, anyhow. It is hard and a tad lonely and it takes me… hours and hours and hours. Years.
It was nice to see that I DID work.
And… hell… of course I work. I work every flippin’ day. But if I’m not tracking it somehow… giving myself a little star for getting my ass in the chair… I look backwards at the end of the month and think… “What the hell did you DO?”
I’ve been wondering if the problem might actually be with that looking back. But that’s a topic for another day.
And that said… I continue to track my Doings in my paper chickens. But I’m thinking that I might stop posting them here on the blog.
Do you think that posting them here is … silly?
Let me know. Leave a comment or drop a line.
I keep rethinking what I would like these posts to BE.
I want them to be…fun and perhaps informative.
I want doing them to help me as I find my way through this year – through the Work and through the personal aspects of learning more about the phases and energies of the moon and the Five Elements (Earth Air Fire Water and… Quintessence)
And I would like for them to be… not TOO abjectly humiliating.
I originally began these check ins when I discovered Havi’s Friday Chickens over at The Fluent Self. I think her idea of “covering the good and the hard in my week, visiting the non-preachy side of ritual and self-reflection.” is sound. But I’m still seeking my own way to do it.
I liked the idea of doing them on Friday and thereby marking the transition between the “work week” and the “week end”. I am hoping that doing them on the quarters of the moon will help me mark these lunar transitions that are so much more… elusive… in this world ruled by the sun, the clock and the work week.
I came to appreciate Havi’s laying out of the “hard” and the “good” as a way to review the haps of the week and to increase my awareness of all the blessings in my life. I want to continue this and see if I can also use this shaking out of the week to see different Elements at work in my life.
I’m thinking of incorporating the elements (and some correspondences) into the shaking out of the week.
I was looking to use the alchemical symbols for the elements but… being a tad technically challenged, I just couldn’t figure out an “easy” way to get them in here, so I’ve turned to the Greek alphabet instead. Spent some time trying to find an example of Greek Letters used to represent the elements and was stumped… so I stared at them and decided on the following. Then I put this in as a search and found a site to back me up (The Digital Rambler). Who knows if it is “right” but… It works for me right now.
Here’s what I’ll be going with:
Θ (theta) earth – home – touch
Φ (phi) air – relationships – scent
Χ (chi) fire – work – hearing
Ξ (ksi) water – health – taste
Ψ (psi) quintessence – spirit – sight/vision
Now that I am doing the check ins in the rhythm of the phases of the moon – they will also each have their own… particular…focus.
Right now, I am feeling the following energies connected to the phases:
I’m hoping the posts will reflect this.
January’s moon is also known as Quiet Moon, Snow Moon, Cold Moon, Chaste Moon, and Moon of Little Winter. I like Wolf Moon this year because I keep hearing rumours of a black wolf roaming the neigbourhood. I haven’t encountered her yet, but some nights I imagine her walking the alleys….
I spent some time in the Night Ravings book and came up with the following thoughts/correspondences for this moon ….
Θ – The earth is frozen and life moves underground. Sluggish, but alive. Take time to rest.
Φ – The air is crisp and clear. biting and dangerous in the cold. It brings clarity and brightness. Watch for what comes on the breath.
Χ – A time for passions and hungers to grow. Simmer and stew.
Ξ – Full moon this month is in Cancer – a water sign. A sign for home and hearth. This feels like a good time to get my food issues in line – bigger breakfast and lunch, smaller dinner. Balance. Plant based… and so on. After the holidays indulgences.
Ψ – Spirit/Quintessence – another moon of deep silences and snowy walks – go within.
These aren’t really… correspondences… I suppose but… it is something. Something I came to on my own.
I’ve been finding references to the “Power Flow” of each moon. Again, I choose to feel it for myself – here on this spot, in this body.
This feels, to me, like a time to settle in and continue with the work on Sanctuary. Time to begin the revisions. And also – to continue to work on myself. On deepening the Vipassana practice and seeing where it takes me. With the cold – I also feel that this is a time to … conserve energy. To protect and hold close the things that truly matter.
What ARE those things? People, I would say. People and my true work here.
I will keep them private for now, as they were all quite… personal.
I also set some long term intentions to look back on in six months.
Time to get to work!
Hopefully I will have much to report come the Full Moon.
I will also add back in the Hard and the Good next time.
But this is long enough so… I’ll stop here, for now.
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This one’s a tad long. Sorry about that.
How’s your year going so far?
I hope wonder visits you this quarter.
May you be happy, peaceful and free.
Thanks for stopping by.
Here’s some beauty and some jellyfish kisses from the live “jelly cam” at the Vancouver Aquarium.
http://www.vanaqua.org/learn/see-and-learn/live-cams/jelly-cam
Go easy ~p

Slipping in on snowy feet, with icicles and raven wings, this moon will bring me into Silence and out again. A moon for rebirth. Holding the Winter Solstice and Yule. Time spent alone and time spent with family and friends.
This month I plan to journey deep into silence as I set off
to attend my first 10 day silent retreat at the Ontario Vipassana Centre. I will emerge from the silence into … the solstice… and Yule… the returning of the light. And I shall return to my family and friends to celebrate the holidays and the turning of the wheel into a new year… another new year…. how wonderful.
December’s moon is known as: the Full Long Nights Moon, Cold Moon, Oak Moon, Winter Moon, Peach Moon and Wolf Moon.
I shall call this year’s moon – Listening Moon – as that is my deepest intention for the month. To find my way to silence and listen to what rises there, and to listen deeply to those I love. To fully hear and taste and see the beauty around me.
But before I get carried away with the waxing poetical…
Let’s get on with the Shaking and Baking…
…and…
…no comment…
THE GNARBLE:
This is the first time this has happened but… WHAT WORKED was… last week’s playful intention…. IT’s a CHRISTMAS MIRACLE!!!!
My intention was to…
~EMBRACE the CHAOS~
And I did. We came into town DAYS earlier than planned. Things went… awry all week… and… it was all FINE in the end. And I managed to hold an intention for more than 5 seconds after I made it. OUTSTANDING.
There were times when I was headed into… change change change of plans and I kept smiling thinking… you so saw this coming… remember… embrace… go with it… see what happens.
It was a blast.
That said – I’m glad to see the back of November. It was another hard month for me in many ways.
I have most excellent HOPES for December.
I don’t know anything at all about astrology…other than that I am a Taurus and a Wood Snake… But as I begin to pay more attention to the Moon and her cycles, I also come across teachings that involve aspects of astrology – like the fact that this particular New Moon comes to us in Sagittarius and, according to Simone Butler over at Mooncircles.com – this means that the big theme of this new moon is LIBERATION!
I like the sounds of that.
So here’s to
Liberation and Listening… and Libations
drunk in honour of friendship, love and gratitude.
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Earth ~ to embrace those I love in the here and now and to send love stretching out to those I cannot touch in the flesh.
Air ~ to breathe deeply the smells of the season – snow and pine and cinnamon and all things warm and wonderful.
Fire ~ to embrace the silence and to listen close to what arises from within. And to listen close in the external world as well. To listen to the hearts of others with my own heart. To hear true.
Water ~ to enjoy the bounty of the season and savour the flavour of life as it passes through me.
THE FIFTH – to open to that which comes clear in the dark. To see. To believe. To hasten the visions forward into the light – to be shared with others.
And the overarching intention – is to continue to EMBRACE the CHAOS as I head out on this wild winter adventure.
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I will be offline most of this moonth. So I won’t be doing my regular Chicken Check Ins on the 9th or the 17th.
But I hope to be back with … something to share with you all about the retreat.
For those of you having fun with the moon, here are the upcoming phases…
New Moon: December 2, 7:22 P.M.
First Quarter: December 9, 10:12 A.M.
Full Moon: December 17, 4:28 A.M.
Last Quarter: December 25, 8:48 A.M.
Dark Moon: Dec 30, 31
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I wish you all a month of Joy. May you make snow angels with one you love, and sip heartwarming bevarages by an open fire. May you laugh til your stomach hurts and weep a little too.
May music follow you everywhere.
May we listen and hear the truth.
May we feel well loved and love well.
And to bring home this moon’s theme of Liberation…and to remember what AWE feels like… Let’s head over to Chimp Haven for tonights heartwarming weepface video…
Imagine…. seeing the sky for the first time…or the first time in years.
A true miracle.
Thanks for stopping by.
Go easy ~p
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A post-dramatic approach to breast cancer treatment - by a recovering drama queen
Because there's never enough time to do it right the first time but there's always enough time to do it over
Stories and photos from Scotland
Historical fiction, poetry, essays