Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Why Do We Do What We Don't Want To Do?


NOTE: Because this email I received today is so profound and mighty and Universal, I’m posting it and my answer here, while protecting the writer’s identity. I believe many readers will find the discussion helpful. ---Bethany
Hey, Bethany!

I am sure you’re surprised to hear from me again so soon! I am actually surprised I am writing again but I feel there are a few things I need to move past or simple accept and my own self-counsel just does not seem to be enough. For the last month or so I have been asking myself, “Why am I doing things I am doing?” For instance, I am working in XXX (although it’s not permanent yet) and I am taking courses in XXX! But all I really want to do is study Ayurveda and help people spiritually through yoga-Ayurveda. To be honest, I feel I am only engaging myself in my current work and study to be blunt because I do not have the means to do what my heart really wants. This makes me feel like I am not being honest with myself and not living fully in the present. Then there another part of me that says well this must be my Karma and God's Will and I just need to accept it all and witness. Lately, I just keep-on accepting....and the words "It’s always the mind" come-back to me. Here's a light question for you, "Do you think it’s always the mind?" I send peace...love...&...silence I hope one day all is silent....for now thanks for hearing me!
Love You,
XXX

Dear Ms. XXX!
Please promise me you will never regret or apologize for contacting me. I welcome your thoughtful, earnest messages. If I am busy, answers will take longer. Let me decide how to handle what you write, you need not screen yourself, not at all. All questions are legit and awaited.
Congrats, first of all, on becoming aware of this split or division between what your heart desires and what you find yourself doing. MANY people are oblivious to this common pattern, and don't see it as clearly as you do, ever. Being able to recognize the distinction, at an early age, is grand, and the most important step to outgrowing the habit.
There are lots of answers that may apply, as the question is a universal one. I will list the dozen common answers I have observed in the lives of others and myself, and you reflect on what might fit you, remembering you could easily be answer 13. Never substitute anything I suggest for your own judgment (as Dr. Phil is forever advising!):
1-parents modeled this behavior of doing what they didn't want to do and either enjoying it or not enjoying it. Unconsciously remembering your parents slogging off to a job they hated, while fantasizing about something else, has a mighty influence on shaping us. Living with such role models, children are unable to create a plan to bring themselves from dream to reality. They don’t know how to manifest a thought into an action, a deed. They just don’t know how to connect the dots and get there.
2-cultural (ethnic or religious) teachings that promote, “doing what you don't want to do is noble, honorable, a sign of a good person who denies herself.”
3-a similar pattern existed in childhood, where the child lived as one personality in the home and another in the school. So, perhaps at school she is determined and head strong and willful and unique, while at home she is dependent, repressed, controlled, reserved. (Or the opposite in each place) There is a variation on this, where women and men are mature and competent at work, and immature, co-dependent messes in their relationships. Whatever the twist, the point is one isn’t living authentically.
4-childhood was marked by a spoken or unspoken teaching about denial and delayed gratification and "eat your spinach and then you can have your dessert" mentality. This mindset always regards happiness as a feature of the future, something that has to be earned in the present, and then can be enjoyed as a reward only. (Some actually wait till retirement to begin living!) Happiness is not a way of life, but only an occasional payoff in this model. The antidote to that is to repeat this phrase, "Happiness is not a destination, but a means of transportation."
This way of life can be very crippling. It shows up in many arenas beyond work. People put off living in the apartment they want, taking the vacation they would love, even buying the foods they want… not ever buying blueberries because they are just too expensive.
5-some would say this is all karmic/hereditary/family baggage. That we are playing out the consequences of our ancestors’ errors, mistakes, folly, crimes, grief, loss, tragedy. Closely related is the idea that you are paying off a karmic debt of your own, acquired in a past life. Thought here is that you just gotta clean up your old mess before you have opportunity for new choices.
6-You don’t take yourself seriously. You are your greatest critic, rarely giving yourself credit or encouragement. “Are you kidding me? You are not that good!” thinking. We feel we aren’t deserving of a life that suits us, that we aren’t worthy yet, that something magical will have to happen first, like a degree or marriage. “I have to be 30 years old and have xyz in the bank,” that kind of thinking.
7-fear of success of failure, which might sound odd to see these two extremes grouped together, but they are really quite similar. Either way, you aren’t ready to take the risk of declaring who you are and going for it. What if you succeed…will it require lots of work and responsibility? What if you fail…who will judge you, who will make you feel defensive?
8-Immature dream or fantasy that isn’t real and it will never be achieved. It isn’t the heart’s desire, it is just an attractive and comforting story you like to tell yourself and others, but you have no real intention of doing the work and sacrifice required. You aren’t serious. This is true especially for people who want to succeed in the performing arts but won’t practice their gifts, like do their hours of practice on the piano every day or in the gym. One who is “run” by this scenario just likes to drag out this dream or personal goal to impress others, but in truth, she has no intention of taking the steps to accomplish it.
9-living someone else’s dream or fantasy, to please them or because you are afraid to speak up and declare your own life. This afflicts people’s sexual identity as well, where a gay woman will feign heterosexuality to please her parents, while sneaking around in lesbian relationships. Or kids that are working hard to be golfers, because their fathers wanted to be golfers but weren’t good enough. There is a giant fear associated with this way of life. Practitioners of the “live someone else’s life” racket are terrified of claiming their own lives. I met with a woman recently who was close to suicide, because she is so unhappy following a guru her father asked her to embrace. “They say if I quit, my next life will be very bad, as I need to study with him to erase my ego.” I suggested to her that staying with the guru only guaranteed that This Present Life Will Be Very Bad. No wonder she wants to take her life, it isn’t hers! She wants out. Of course, the wiser decision would be to get honest, tell the guru and her dad that the teaching isn’t working and that she has chosen another path. Such a position requires internal strength, and depending on the level of codependency between the parties, such personal power may never be summoned.
10-Because you lack a model of someone real who actually is doing what you want to do, so it seems like a fairy tale, intangible, unattainable, unrealistic. Let’s pretend you want to design clothes for inanimate objects (like skirts for vacuum cleaners or smocks for washing machine) but since you’ve never met a designer, you never act on your wish. It doesn’t have any “street cred” as people would say. Related to this lack of a model, there may also be a problem of a lack of an obvious path or approach, a way to accomplish the goal. You don’t see Ayurvedic massage studios on every corner in your city, so you give up looking. You haven’t actually met anyone who is earning a living and making a life in the precise way you want to. This is a common problem for young people, as they want an easier path, to be able to copy or mimic someone else’s journey (i.e., get this degree; apply at this company, and voila! Your dream is realized.) Connected to this reason is a deep worry about whether doing what one loves will pay enough or if the work will even exist. This is just the mind playing “what if” games, which have limited value.
11-You settle for some version of the golden handcuffs. You just say, “Well, lots of people don’t get what they want. And I do get health insurance and paid vacations, it could be worse.” I also refer to this way of being as Playing the Game in the Cage. You know it well; you may even have mastered it. This way is not a challenge; you may even be a Top Dog in daily practice, so you choose this sense of domination or fame over your true love. In other words, you choose to Look Good rather than Feel Good. You stay with XXX instead of go toward Ayurveda.
Related to this may be a sense that what you want will not carry the status you or your family require. There may be less public acceptance or fewer benefits, so fear of looking odd keeps you from moving forward.
This passive giving up on one’s self also shows up when people settle in a relationship, staying with someone they aren’t really drawn or committed to, but opting for convenience, i.e., “well, she has a house and I need a place to stay.”
12-you want to punish people who are hoping you will live your dreams. You want to hurt them, some kind of payback for what you consider was earlier nonsupport, negligence, abuse. Bright kids with overly pushy parents do this, sacrificing their own lives to not give their parents the satisfaction of seeing a successful child/adult. This choice can be really a secret, even to the person who is following it. Such people rarely know they are living in a way to hurt someone. They do it blindly.
Your belief that, “I do not have the means to do what my heart really wants,” is connected to the Golden Handcuffs, and truly a story you made up!

I remember when my husband was desperately trying to figure out how he could make the dramatic shift from practicing medicine to becoming a full time luthier (violinmaker). His issue was the same, “How will I pay my monthly bills? I need time to build instruments, and who will buy a new maker’s work? People want old, proven instruments!”
My job at that time was to reassure Thurmond that, if he felt this strong desire, this call from the Universe, that the Universe would not let him down. He looked at me with fear, but we stepped out together into this new world. He gave his notice at the Clinic and opened his violin shop. How would he pay his bills?
With a few days, a family we knew called to say that their father had died and they had discovered a basement full of old violins in need of repair. Did Thurmond want to buy them? We discussed this possibility, and with considerable trepidation, he decided to use some of his precious savings and buy some instruments.
I recall wading through the basement of broken violins and violas and cellos, some beyond resuscitation, some worthy of life support. Thurmond carefully studied each one and made an offer to the family. My memory is that they accepted his offer, and said, “Please take anything else you want for no charge.”
We made a few trips home with his musical corpses, and for the next few weeks, he worked steadily, getting the instruments in playing condition. Again, within days of this effort beginning, he began to get calls “Out of the Blue” (I love that phrase, it means from the Universe!) from people wanting to rent an instrument. Rent? We hadn’t really thought about it! Fast forward a few weeks…Thurmond suddenly had $1000 a month in rental income!
So, if you honestly feel called to Ayurveda, the means will appear.
You’ll notice I didn’t speak about laziness or procrastination as the reason you might not be following through. That is because I have come to believe that these habits are caused by the same 12 forces listed above, which make you choose to do something you don’t want to do. Most often, I have seen that people who procrastinate don’t really want to do what they are doing, but they haven’t admitted this truth yet to themselves, let alone anyone else.
Your brilliant mind has already told you that the reason you are doing this is because of your mind, because of a preconception, a limiting thought, some fundamental speed bump (“I don’t have the means”)…in other words, your thinking, your very basic assumptions are causing you to ignore/avoid yourself.
As I wrote earlier, after reading my list, you might just discover another unique picture your mind is holding, another thought trap that keeps you from your bliss.
Yes, the roadblock is all in the mind. In fact, everything is all in the mind. Everything. That is the good news. What is really cool is that just asking this question has put you onto your Ayurvedic study! That is right. Because seeing the link between mind-body, the actual oneness of what the West cuts in half, is at the heart of the study! Despite your concerns, you have actually begun your study with this very question. Can you see that? Many people who come to see you will be asking the very same question.
You take that day of silence you mentioned and reflect on all of this. Make sure you spend enough time, know you have fully Mined the Mind. Listen to yourself. Continue to turn over all the rocks in your garden. Don’t be afraid of what you’ll find. This is the path of discovery and buried treasure is guaranteed. If, indeed, your instinct that it is a belief that you don’t have the means to make a change is the problem, we will tackle this misconception next.
In 2004, I met a young woman who had placed first in the entrance exams for med school here in India. She had no money for school. She wanted so much to become a doctor and be the first one in residence in the poor village where her father was raised. I mentioned this need to one person. In April 2009, Mary will complete her fourth year of medical school, paid for entirely by the one person I spoke with about her needs. You never know, my friend, how the Universe is waiting to support you.
I can tell you I know many many people who have turned off the road called Doing What I Don’t Want to Do and onto the road marked Doing What I Want to Do:

Lobbyist and Trade Association Executive Director to Yoga Therapist (Me)
Carpenter to Science Teacher (my friend, Tom S.)
Doctor to Violinmaker (my husband, Thurmond)
Trucking Company Operator to Healer (my friend, Raj)
I’ve also watched people go from practicing law to songwriting, nursing to pottery, special education to nursing, engineering to ministry. Those are just people I’ve thought of in this minute!
I believe if a desire is planted in your heart, and you find yourself thinking about it daily and enjoying any chance you have to rub up against the subject, then it is worth pursuing. You will learn a lot. You might not end up in that field. Perhaps it will only be the doorway in to the Real Field you will love. Perhaps it will lead you to where you want to live, or a life partner. Perhaps it will give you the personal healing your body yearns for. Keep an open mind as to why you want to pursue this field, there is something waiting for you. And of equal importance, there are people there who are waiting for you. Answering a call is very much a two way street. Your energy and curiosity and skills are needed.
Love to you.

Saturday, April 26, 2008

Jack is So Sweet!

For the past 38 years, family, friends and strangers have asked me, "Why do you go to India?" I remember last summer, while serving Gordon coffee in the Busy Bee in Glover, he looked incredulous: "You go to India in the winter? Why?"
(Jackfruit in the tree)
I have lots of answers, more every time I spend more time is this paradise. India feels like the heart of the planet, the people so joyous, the colors so bright, the flowers exotic, and the fruit, well, like nothing I've ever tasted.

Thursday, my friend Rashi arrived with a bag of Lychee nuts he had gotten at the Aurobindo Ashram in Bangalore. They look like the big old Christmas bulbs of my childhood, with the appropriate colors of unripe green, ripening pale pink and super-ready-to-eat pink red. What fun it is to peel the thin skin and bite into the white sweet pulp. Yum. Most here agree that nothing is better than lychee ice cream.

But while the Lychee is tasty, my real first love is Jackfruit. Jack is the most unlikely fruit to steal my affection....what an unattractive bloke! I thought it was a pendulous growth hanging from the trees for years. Like a giant rising loaf of bread someone forgot to put in the oven: misshapen, huge. Opening it up is no easy task, either.

Here on the farm yesterday, Narayan took a machete and hacked a Jackfruit off the tree, then spent a good deal of time on the floor chopping away at the fibrous skin and inner rinds.




Within this big ole green bag are triangular shaped yellow pieces that are as delicious as M and Ms! Jackfruit tastes like the offspring of a secret marriage between a pineapple and a mango.

So, the winter of 2008 has provided another reason I come to India. For the fruit. Especially the Jackfruit. And the Lychees. And the Mangoes (I had a mango milkshake for breakfast today.) And the Chicoos (look like a kiwi, taste like candy). And the Papayas (we had those for lunch) and the bananas, figs, oranges, limes, dates, coconuts, cashews. I think even Ronald McDonald would have little trouble being a vegetarian here. Thank you, Mother India, for such a delicious banquet!

Friday, April 18, 2008

Vipassana-Lite Diary and Photo Album

Since students weren’t allowed to write even one word at the 10 day silent meditation course (the actual course included 12 days at the Hyderabad center) I've gathered these tiny images from my memory, scrolling back over the days. Photos were taken, with permission, the last day of class. (If you want to read a more indepth reflection, see the first essay posted on this blog, January 17, entitled, ACCEPTING THE IMPERMANENCE OF LIFE.) We knew each other by our shoes only, as the rules included no eye contact. We also promised not to drink, have sex, lie, kill (a challenge with abundance of evening mosquitos) or talk.

***on the train up to Hyderabad March 31, we met a lovely family who had recently buried their grandmother….she died at age 114. Widowed at 23, she had outlived many of her children, leading a healthy independent life in Kerala until the very end. Wow. We were also amazed by the stick-thin porter who carried our three bags of supplies (going to the Child Haven Orphanage also in Hyderabad) up and down the big stairways...see?

***I get a kick out of the names of bathroom fixtures in India. Seeing “Hindware” and “Commodore” printed on toilets makes me laugh. The sign in the women’s bathroom stall at the Vipassana Center caused me to break the vow of noble silence with an unexpected snicker: “Use sanitory napkin pins.” Huh? Bins, I figured. Check out this center spitting sign, which was ignored by many.

***we had to keep our eyes downcast at the Center, to remain single-minded in a meditative state. Watched a tribe of tiny, tiny red ants successfully kill and eat a very live moth that had been disabled in some way. My eye was drawn to the fluttering on the cobblestone path… the moth valiantly working to get away. But the ants would chase him and climb all over, beginning to devour the body. A Hollywood Epic, the Great Ant Attack, the moth was consumed. Several hours later when I returned to the scene, there was no evidence of the murder. I remembered my friend Alice Stewart’s comments around such prey and predator relationships, “Honey, everybody’s gotta eat.”

***downcast eyes also put me in great touch with the most mellow of birds. The size of a robin in the US, this bird was soft in its coloring, like coffee with lots of cream, almost pale yellow. The top of the head was whitish gray, eyes keen and slanting. Watching him poke about the grounds, I suddenly was struck by how much he looked like many, many older Indian men I have met. With that sallow, smooth look, penetrating glance, and a thinning head of hair, he was, “Grandpa.”

***saw a large, empty piece of waxy honeycomb caught in a pile of dry leaves. The six- sided little cells resembled the honeycomb ceilings in the meditation halls. Forgetting to keep downcast eyes one morning, I saw the ceiling stretching after meditation. Tipping my stiff neck back back back, “Ahhh,” I looked up.

*** on one of the early days, we “old students” (meaning those who have taken more than one Vipassana course) were directed to go to a cell. The posted list showed I was assigned to room 10. Somehow, by the time I climbed the stairs into the warren of cells, I had convinced myself I was in cell 11. I sat in the 6 by 8 foot cell for the 90 minutes or so, then went to lunch. Later in the day, I sat back in the main meditation hall and heard an insistent bird singing five notes. What was she saying? Sounded like, “this is the last call.” Was that it? I wondered what it meant.

That afternoon, I returned to the cells, and found a name tag for Rajshree on cell 11. Ah! “Yours is the last cell!” I belonged in Number 10, not 11. That is what the bird was chirping. Number 10 was the last in the row on that section of the hall. Well, had I listened to the bird earlier, I would have respected Rajshree’s space. Vipassana teaching is very clear; we are not to interfere with another student’s pillow.

***speaking of “old students,” the first day, I overheard one of the volunteers refer to me as, “that old lady from the US.” Turns out, the volunteer was also American, age 71! Another old student was Supriya, the meditator who sat on my right. Her energy was so grand! So calm. Turns out she has completed more than 30 Vipassana courses. Here we are.

***on hot days, the body odor in the hall was intriguing and unpredictable. My closest neighbors smelled like fried tofu or tahini. Later in the week, the unmistakable aroma of mashed potatoes wafted by. I had a few flashbacks to seventh grade gym class, and the stinky girls’ locker room. In those days, many of us were just 13, and not remembering to apply deodorant every morning.

My own body was frequently covered with a fine layer of sweat (as I burned off old anger), and left me smelling like a slightly soft apple most of the time. Being fruit was a pretty safe incarnation…could have been smelt!

***weird physical byproduct of the course: the initial meditation training involves directing all concentration to the triangular area above the upper lip and below the nostrils. For 40 hours of meditation, the student simply and exclusively focuses on this space, becoming aware of the space and all related sensations. Was it the vigilant concentration? Sweat? I don’t know why, but this area on me got red, rashy, burning and itching. It looks like I had a waxing done! Even two weeks later, the skin is still a bit dark and raw. Weird.

***one of our lovely teachers, Saraswathamma of Bellary, near Bangalore, told us of her introduction to Vipassana...she was widowed with four children, the day before she was to move into a new home. Her husband had a massive heart attack the day before their house warming. Now, some 25 years after that horrific day, she exudes a calm and joy that we sought like flowers leaning into the sun. Saraswathamme is a tiny lady. I jokingly crouched way down to finally make eye contact on our final day. As the Buddha said, MAY ALL BEINGS BE HAPPY!

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

It's All About the Sitting


On the streets of Hyderabad, temperature close to 100 degrees F., industrious Indian men and women go to work and school. Can you see the little girl wedged between her mother and father on the motorcycle to the left? And the sari-clad woman riding in the back of a truck full of sacks? How about this painter and his ladder?
Comparing my experience of 10 days of seated, silent meditation to the efforts of these seated folks, the Vipassana course was a breeze!
Here I am, sitting in my cell for one of the 10.5 hours of daily Vipassana meditation. The room was dark, the door closed. A bell signaled when it was time to take a bathroom break. The 4 a.m. bell began the day. Meals were at 6:30 a.m. and 11 a.m., creating a 30 hour fast until the next morning. No talking, reading, writing, yoga, eye contact. Just sitting in meditation, seeking liberation from our habits of craving and aversion, liking and disliking. We 80 some students had wonderful teachers and accomodations at the Hyderabad Vipassana center. I highly recommend this marvelous 10 day experience if you want to end all misery and BE HAPPY.
"And this is the noble truth of the arising of sorrow. it arises from craving....And this is the noble truth of the stopping of sorrow. It is the complete stopping of that craving....being emancipated from it."
The Pali Canon (the teaching of the Buddha)


Tuesday, April 1, 2008

Sitting with the Diety Within

April 1-12, this blog will practice silence, as I will be enjoying a 10 day meditation course at the Hyderabad Vipassana Center. To learn more about this grand worldwide program, based on the teachings of Buddha, you can read here.
(photo of the main meditation hall on Hyderabad Vipassana campus.)
Sitting on the pillow for a total of 10.5 hours a day is a glorious experience of freedom! I have completed two prior courses, which I describe in the meditation chapter of my book, PLEASE BE. SEATED. HEALED. HAPPY. a free, online yoga book available by clicking on the cover to the right.
May all beings be happy!