Posts tagged ‘meditation’
May 22, 2014
(by Brooke Burgess)
Long time, no post! But rest assured, dear friends…I’ve been busy, albeit quiet.
And quiet is the operative term.
After receiving some helpful (and surprisingly glowing) beta reader feedback on my first novel, I completed a round of draft revisions in April and the work is currently under agent and publisher review. Then, struggling to exercise the patience of the proverbial saints, I felt the call for another adventure in Silence.
I don’t think it’s much of a coincidence that a strong first draft of a 230-page children’s fantasy novel was completed in less that ten weeks. I give a newfound commitment to meditative practice the lion’s share of the credit. So, with pre-publishing edits on the first book looming, the second book in the Shadowland Saga fully outlined (title TBA soon!), and following a slow recovery from some tropical nastiness (dengue fever and Giardia parasites = good times!), the twin batteries of intuition and mindfulness were in desperate need of a recharge.
The last meditation retreat in September stirred up some long-buried emotions. But it also rewarded me with renewed clarity, increased mental fortitude, and a powerful set of tools to apply to life and to the creative process. And with another block of 17hr days filled with deep sits, contemplative footsteps, and radiant Metta, it quickly became clear how many parallels there are between meditation and writing.
Off the top of my (currently empty) head, here are 10 that stand out:
September 10, 2013
You only need to know that it’s real…
It seemed like a grand idea at the time. Self-discovery! Personal improvement! Spiritual progression! Ten days at a remote Buddhist retreat in southeast Thailand. Eighteen hours each day to focus on ‘mindfulness’, in whatever task was assigned.
The wake-up bell at 4AM. Using candlelight to wash and dress oneself. Bare feet on cold, wet grass. Orion’s jewelled belt pointing the way through the jungle from a sky made of black velvet.
The sexes sit on opposite sides of the sand-floored sala. This divide persists for the duration. Separate dorms. Dining areas. Walking paths. Eye contact is discouraged. A deeper, deafening silence.
And then the day truly begins…
January 10, 2011
A 5min montage of my Thai boxing adventure, shot on an old Panasonic LUMIX cam with additional iPod Nano clips. Music by Godspeed You Black Emperor!
April 28, 2010
I have no parents — I make the heavens and earth my parents.
I have no home — I make awareness my home.
I have no life or death — I make the tides of breathing my life and death.
I have no divine power — I make honesty my divine power.
I have no means — I make understanding my means.
I have no magic secrets — I make character my magic secret.
I have no body — I make endurance my body.
I have no eyes — I make the flash of lightening my eyes.
I have no ears — I make sensibility my ears.
I have no limbs — I make promptness my limbs.
I have no strategy — I make “unshadowed by thought” my strategy.
I have no designs — I make “seizing opportunity by the forelock” my design.
I have no miracles — I make right-action my miracles.
I have no principles — I make adaptability to all circumstances my principles.
I have no tactics — I make emptiness and fullness my tactics.
I have no talents — I make ready wit my talent.
I have no friends — I make my mind my friend.
I have no enemy — I make carelessness my enemy.
I have no armor — I make benevolence and righteousness my armor.
I have no castle — I make immovable-mind my castle.
I have no sword — I make absence of self my sword.
Anonymous Samurai, 14th Century