My spiritual awakening story

This is as good a time as any to tell you the story of how I first came to experience myself as more than just this body and personality.

Although I was raised as a church-going child, I would not have described my parents as particularly spiritual. My dad was an Episcopal minister, and that was his primary livelihood until I was 11. There was no question but that we would attend church, and I did it with gusto. I liked the feeling of being in the church, especially when it was silent. The high ceilings, stained glass, smell of beeswax candles, pipe organ, rich fabrics, hard pews, dark wood…

I sang the hymns and memorized the prayers. My brothers and I snuck over and rang the bell one Saturday, which was fun. We took turns swinging from the bell rope. Later we got spanked. My mother often seemed tense about our behavior around church members.

I liked Jesus from what I’d heard, although he seemed remote, and I pondered on the Holy Ghost. Sacraments – the outward and visible signs of an inward and spiritual grace – held fascination for me, but grace seemed elusive, something that adults were smug about and didn’t let kids in on.

Church-going tapered off in adolescence. In my 20s, I became a “Chreaster,” attending church only at Christmas-Easter .

Fast forward to August 20, 1984.  I was on my first ever solitary vacation – five days/4 nights in Santa Fe – at age 31. I left my 3-year-old with her dad and took off from Norman, Oklahoma, where I was working on a degree. It was a budget trip – I drove and stayed at a hostel-type place.

During the days I walked a lot, marveling at the quality of the light and clarity in the air there, and visited museums, art galleries, did the usual touristy stuff in SF.

In the late summers then, and maybe still, the Santa Fe Opera held performances of  the most well-known arias performed by opera students from around the country.  It was truly only about the singing – none of the dialogue, no sets, no costumes. I’m thinking now that it was a massive audition by opera students for jobs with opera companies, and the public was invited to listen.

The performance was at 9 pm on a Monday night, and I had driven to the opera house earlier that day to get my $5 ticket. I got to explore the marvelous architecture of the Santa Fe opera. It’s an open-air facility. A roof overhangs the stage and cantilevers out over the audience, from what I recall, leaving the sides of the stage open to the beautiful mountain scenery.

I returned at 9 pm, wearing jeans, carrying my backpack. The performances had started. Not many people were there. I stood at the back, just taking it all in. I let my backpack slide to the ground.

A soprano was singing. I have no idea which aria it was, but the sound was beautiful, unearthly.

The skies to the north were storming.  From the back, I looked down at the singer and noticed lightning bolts flashing to the sides and behind of the stage. I could almost smell the ozone. I began to feel chills, and then…

… it was as if a bolt of lightning pierced my crown chakra and went down through my body into the earth and stayed there for several long moments.

I didn’t know what hit me, but I definitely felt hit by something. There was no pain, and it didn’t feel like an assault. I was hit by light coming from some unknown source, a light I couldn’t see but could sense.

The experience gradually faded. I could hardly listen to the rest of the performances, I was so puzzled about it. Why me? Why then and there?

I was familiar with the concept of chakras and had been practicing yoga for a couple of years, but I didn’t have anyone to talk about this with who could tell me anything I didn’t already know.

It was an expansive moment in a small life that had no context for it. It shook me. The invisible hand of God threw a different kind of lightning bolt into my head, and it pierced me through and through.

After that, I definitely noticed when my crown chakra was open, and later my third-eye chakra, and so on. I  have since come to understand that the crown doesn’t open for many people, and yet all I have to do is put my attention there, and it opens.

My perspective now is that it was an initiation into my energy body.  Was I chosen? If so, for what? Who can know the truth of this?

I do know this. It was grace.  And I am attracted to energy consciousness, energy movement, energy healing.

Taking yoga teacher training

Yoga is a category for posts on this blog, and most posts with that category are also about meditation, such as experimenting with seated poses for meditation and doing Sun Salutations before sitting in the early morning to wake myself up more. (Isn’t it all about waking up?)

I thought I would post about taking yoga teacher training.

I’ve wanted to do this for a long time, having practiced yoga regularly for 12 years (plus the time I taught myself yoga from a book 28 years ago – notice how honesty adds complexity).

I researched yoga teacher training programs here in Austin and elsewhere. I was serious about getting the money together and saving up time off from work  for studying elsewhere if that’s what I decided on. I figured it would cost about $3 grand and take about three or four solid weeks.

And then something happened I hadn’t dreamed of. My primary yoga teacher for the past 5 years, Eleanor Harris, offered to train me as a yoga teacher.  I’ve taken Iyengar-based yoga classes with her at lunch a couple of times a week. I’ve substituted for her without training, just by virtue of planning to take the training and having more years of experience than the other students.

I know Eleanor is good. Besides teaching yoga, she also does shiatsu, massage, reiki, Pilates, and has had some training in acupuncture and cranio-sacral therapy. She knows the body and its energies really well, knows how to move energy from dis-ease into ease and health, and she knows yoga really well from studying with many senior teachers.

She also has qualities that don’t come across on paper very well, like kindness and patience, that are desirable in a yoga teacher.

She got it all squared away with Yoga Alliance, and we began in early June. Besides myself, there are two other students.

It’s a joy for me to learn yoga this way, from someone I’ve already studied with for a considerable length of time. I like the flexibility (no yoga pun intended) of learning this way. If something comes up for any of us (because we all have lives outside of yoga), we work around it. No big deal. We track our hours and activities.

I’m not sure a studio training a dozen or so students at a time could offer this.

I’m learning to teach from observing, helping students gradually transform into yogis with strong and flexible bodies, deeper awareness of self, and a healthier flow of energy. Learning adjustments, how to teach beginners and mixed-level classes, diagnostic poses, linking, sequencing – there’s more to it than I knew.

I’ll be substituting for Eleanor three times in July and am  looking forward to doing that with new skills. Later I’ll be teaching a four-week beginner series. I’ll post more about this when the time comes.

Mostly I want you to know I’m fulfilling a dream. You can too.

Six month assessment

The year 2010 is nearly half over. I have meditated daily for 30 minutes consistently if not perfectly for 6 months.

It’s time to assess my own progress: I have entered a period in my life that is marked by experiencing myself as more whole, healthy, happy, grounded, centered, engaged, energetic, positive, loving, playful, present, alert, aware, appreciative, grateful, and full of equanimity, vitality, wonder, and compassion than I was before this year of meditation began.

Some things have remained the same from the start: I’m still working where I work and living where I live, although I have spent time really examining these two major components of life and I feel open to change. I know myself better and might make different choices now, and I can live with the choices I made in the past for the time being. I appreciate what these choices have allowed me to experience.

I’ve been fairly regular in weekly attendance at Appamada on either Wednesday night or Sunday morning and having a practice inquiry session (“meditation coacing”) with Peg each time.

I’ve continued my association with NLP: I finished assisting for the first time at Best Resources’ NLP practitioner training in April. It was more relaxed to learn it all the second time and to help newbies learn it.

I feel closer to my family than before.

I still go monthly for acupuncture and cranio-sacral work and every 3 weeks now for chiropractic treatment.

I still have my yoga practice.

Things that have gone by the wayside: I joined a gym in February. I went when the weather was cold. I haven’t been since late March. I should quit and save that money.

I also went to a couple of Flint Sparks’ classes at Appamada on the Diamond Sutra. Not sure why, but it just didn’t jell. I dropped out.

I’ve undertaken a few new endeavors since beginning this year of sitting: I agreed to be the program director for the Austin NLP meetup.

My friend Katie and I started a Peripheral Walking meetup here in Austin in January, and I assist her with our monthly meetup.

After 12 years of doing mostly Iyengar-based yoga, I began yoga teacher training this month. That’s a big commitment — in time and money. I’m deepening my practice and learning a skill and gaining a credential that I will use in my future.

I also committed to participate in the Zen precepts program at Appamada, which meets monthly for a year and includes journaling and self-observation. We’ve had one meeting so far. The course is based on the book Waking Up to What You Do. I will write more about this because it ties in with this blog really well.

I’m also taking part in an advanced NLP study group taught by Keith Fail on strategies.

So I’m full, overflowing even, with wonderful activities, learning, and sharing.

I know myself better and see a path into my future that I like, and that path leaves a lot of space for the Universe to teach me as well.

If those of you who know me in person or who read this blog notice anything that I’m not noticing, please feel free to bring it to my attention in the comments.

5 minutes of pranayama a day

Learning to teach yoga — there’s a lot to it. Learning the asanas, pranayama (breathwork), communications, the verbal/visual feedback loop, linking asanas, sequencing asanas, anatomy and physiology of the physical, energy, and pranic bodies…

Chanting, Sanskrit, philosophy, scriptures, teaching different levels of ability, teaching for conditions like pregnancy or disability, teaching different styles of yoga…

Whew. We’re probably going to go way over 200 hours, and that’s okay.

And probably in August or September, I will be teaching a four-class series. If you’re interested, please let me know.

I’m grateful that one of our first assignments is to practice pranayama for 5 minutes a day.

On Saturday Eleanor taught viloma breathing, inhaling into the bottom one-third of lungs, holding, inhaling into the middle one-third, holding, inhaling into the upper one-third, holding, and then one long smooth exhalation.

I observed myself trying too hard, overdoing it, filling my lungs up so full I had to expand to be able to exhale, holding by locking down. Just as I like to go to my edge in asana practice, so I was going to my edge in pranayama.

Eleanor said “different edge.” Aha!

At home I practiced taking deep full breaths, but natural deep full breaths, and holding with a minimum of effort. Actually, rather than holding, I just paused from inhaling.

Very gentle, very different experience.

I will be good at this when I finish my training.

Yoga teacher training

Last Thursday I started my yoga teacher training.

I am working with a private teacher, not going through a studio. There are two other students. My teacher, Eleanor Harris, has trained yoga teachers for studios before. This is the first time she’s offered it at her home.

This will be my life outside work  for the next few months. We meet Tuesday and Thursday evenings, some Friday evenings, and Saturdays. She will be offering classes at her home studio, so we will have real students to work with as we learn to teach poses and whole classes.

When complete, I will be certified to teach yoga by Yoga Alliance (RYT-200). I will be able to teach beginner, mixed level, restorative, and vinyasa flow classes.

After 12 years of yoga, in two classes I have already learned concepts new to me — linking poses and the 5 pranas.

I will be taking 6 or 7 yoga classes over 3 or 4 days a week. I’m sure it will strengthen my sitting practice.

Yoga has ideas about meditation — in fact, the Buddha was a yogi before he became enlightened (only rather ascetic about it), and yoga had a deep influence on him and thus on Buddhism.

I’ll be exploring both yoga and Zen meditation and writing about my understanding and experience of them here.

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Bindu Wiles is a yogi and blogger. She is undertaking a challenge — taking yoga classes 5 days a week, writing 800 words per day, for 21 days, as an online community project. I am not going to join her, but I want to support her. I may do something similar at some point!

Here’s the link to her blog, if you’d like to catch her: http://binduwiles.com/buddhism/my-new-project-21-5-800/

And so to celebrate…

After missing a day of meditation on Monday, I didn’t intend to celebrate, but today I realized it is as worthy of celebrating as anything!

I missed a day. What a load off! Now the world knows I’m not perfect. Whee! It feels like a breakthrough!

So today I was at White Crane Pharmacy and bought myself a new crescent-shaped zafu and a zabuton, which I’ve never had before, instead using a couple of folded Mexican blankets for cushioning under my zafu.

My new zafu and zabuton are beautiful. Made by Hugger Mugger, the yoga supply company, the zafu is covered in a foliage print in shades of brown, and the zabuton has a different foliage print in shades of light green and pale blue. Both are 100% cotton.

Fall and spring, yoga and meditation, crescent and square, their energies complement each other in a most aesthetically pleasing way.

When I sat today on the new zafu, I noticed that my sit bones were elevated considerably higher than on my old zafu. My legs naturally fell into siddhasana, which I have learned is also called Burmese-style. It’s like cross-legged but with the uncrossed feet in front, nestling next to each other.

I had an acupuncture session at the AOMA student clinic today. 30 needles! Released lots of gallbladder stagnation in the lower left leg, feel much better now. I decided I couldn’t wait to get in to see my regular acupuncturist. I got to talk to a 4th year student there about what it’s like.

Then I had lunch with my yoga teacher, Eleanor Harris, who is the yoga teacher I give the most credit to for helping me really “get” yoga in my body. Not to mention, she’s just a very wonderful, kind, giving person.

She’s certified to train yoga teachers, and together we are designing a yoga teacher training program that meets Yoga Alliance standards and yet is suitable for someone like me who has practiced for 12 years and picked up a lot during that time.

Then a nice visit with my friend Clarita, seeing her beautiful home and first garden ever. I know she’s gonna love gardening. I helped her find out information online about visiting the Strongheart school in Liberia, learning about that country and what shots she will need to travel there. Nice reciprocation there–she appreciates my online skills, and I appreciate her love of beauty, which shows up in her home and garden.

Then home to find my new massage table had arrived! A gift to myself from my income tax refund. Lots to learn…

All in all, it’s been a good day.

My first one-day sitting

Today I was at Appamada Zen Center before 8 am, and I left at 5 pm. This is the first time I’ve done a one-day sitting. I feel jazzed about it! I will do this again!

We started with the regular Sunday morning service–30 minutes of group zazen followed by 10 minutes of kinhin (walking meditation). Repeat these a couple of times. Then a reading and discussion.

The reading was about anatta, the nature of the non-self. Buddha characterized the self as a stream, constantly changing.

After the service, there was a tea break for those of us staying for the one-day meditation (about a dozen people). Then we did 30 minutes of zazen, then another half hour of chores. I brushed the dust and dirt of each of the zafus while others vacuumed the zabutons, damp-mopped, swept, weeded outside, etc.

Then zazen again, followed by lunch, a mid-afternoon tea break, a question and answer period, with more zazen and kinhin in between.

At practice inquiry during the morning service, I had asked Peg about sitting all day. She advised me to sit with my sit bones at the very front edge of the zafu and recommended placing a small flat pillow under the back of the zafu to give it more height. Then she advised sitting with my pelvis slightly tilted forward to allow my back to relax into its natural lumbar curve.

So I did. At each zazen, I switched the top leg in half-Lotus and also sat in the seiza style (sit bones on a cushion with calves under thighs).

I lost track of how many times I did zazen today–maybe 6? And 10 minutes of kinhin maybe 5 times? At no time did we sit for more than 30 minutes straight, so I’m guessing I spent a total of about 3 hours on the zafu and close to another hour in kinhin.

I did some yoga during the lunch break–vinyasas of down dog, plank, cobra. It woke me up and probably made my afternoon easier.

I was the only new person attending this one-day sitting. During the Q&A, pain was the topic. It seems you never get away from it completely.

Although I certainly have had issues while meditating–in my sacrum area, with adhesions in my thighs, with one leg falling asleep–those have become less of a problem after 3.5 months of sitting daily.

Today I noticed a little “glitch” in my spine in the middle of my thoracic vertebrae, and early, my left foot got crampy and just did not want to go on top in half-Lotus. Later it was fine. And that’s about it.

Someone relayed a story that Flint had asked during his studies why we do this–sit with pain. The response was to have empathy with those whose pain does not end when the bell rings.

Someone else stated that pain is inevitable, but suffering is the story you tell yourself about pain that keeps you experiencing it.

I noticed at breaks that there was a natural silence among the participants. I noticed that I felt very relaxed and content. My mind was in the immersed,  present state. During breaks, I walked aimlessly around in the yard, looking at plants, and I sat in the study and looked at the books on the shelves and out the window.

This is experiencing the non-seeking mind. Others appeared to be experiencing this state as well.

So. Life happens one day at a time. If I can do one day of sitting, I can do multiple days. When the time is right, I imagine I will have that experience.

Who should meditate

I was thinking this evening of how meditation has been  helpful to me and who meditation can help. I  know many people (all meditators, of course!) believe everyone should meditate.

Perhaps at some point one becomes so skilled at meditation that it becomes a state of awareness from which one lives. I notice I’m getting more that way with yoga, doing cat-cow at red lights and spinal twists after sitting at my desk for awehile. I don’t really plan it or think about it. It’s instinct, a reflex now.

There are prerequisites for meditation, like the ability to be still and silent while awake, the capacity to pay attention, the courage to notice what is and just be with it, and the diligence to do these things over and over and over again, day after day after day.

In my 4 years of meditation experience, it seems to me that meditation is helpful when:

  • you want or need to get centered in your own life
  • you are bored with your life
  • you are going through a lot of change
  • you sense change coming and  you want to be prepared
  • you want to change but you don’t know what to change or how
  • you feel stressed
  • you or someone you are close to is having difficulty with life
  • you’d like to get more familiar with your whole self
  • you’d like to get more familiar with aspects of yourself, such as the connection between your thoughts and emotions, or become aware of stress earlier
  • you are willing to experience your own suffering instead of numbing out
  • you are willing to at least sometimes separate your story from your actual experience
  • you love peace and quiet
  • you would like to discover the bliss of emptiness

Any readers want to chime in on who should/should not meditate and when meditation is helpful?

Sitting is the buddha

Tonight I did a little yoga, cat-cow, a few vinyasas, pigeon, a spinal twist.

Then I lit two candles on my little altar, bowed to my zafu, sat down, set the timer, and got into meditatin’ position–half lotus with right leg on top tonight, sit bones grounded on zafu, pelvis level, spine arising from pelvis, head tipped slightly forward, tip of tongue on palate, eyes closed, right hand lying in left hand, thumb tips touching. Aaaaannnnndddd…breathe.

I’m getting more formal about this practice. For years, I just set the timer and sat. Now, bowing to my zafu is nice. No matter how I feel about doing it at any given time, sitting on that zafu is the real teacher. Not the altar, not the bust of Kwan Yin on it, or the candles, or the mala beads. Sitting is the buddha.

Sometimes I really hate it, especially when it’s late and I’ve forgotten to sit, and I remember just when I’m thinking of going to bed, “Oh, I haven’t meditated yet, and I made this crazy vow to sit for 30 minutes every day. What was I thinking?”

And then I just go ahead and do it, dragging my resentment to the zafu with me.

Inevitably, whatever emotion I’m carrying eventually dissipates. I experience moments of clean, clear, sparkling emptiness.

And then when the timer goes off, I do a seated bow. Then I unwind my legs and make my feet like windshield wipers and move my spine.

Then I get up and face the zafu and bow again.

The transformation of pain

Sat zazen a couple of hours ago. Long body scan, lingering on back of pelvis.

Last night, pain told me its purpose was stability.

I understand this better. When I was in that car wreck, back in 1996, my lap belt held, but my shoulder belt didn’t. My upper body was thrown around, while my lower body was held in place. There were two impacts, one to the left and one to the right, but not even. I had head injuries on each side and a terrific burning shock where my spine meets my pelvis.  Nerves and muscles, tendons and ligaments and fascia, all stretched to the max from two shearing forces.

After, pain and feeling this is not my body.  I lived and moved through days in a body that didn’t feel like me.

After a time, the pain resided somewhat. I wore the soles of my shoes unevenly. My gait was off. Sometimes one foot would drag a little. I had lost my poise and grace completely. I gained 40 lbs. over the next few years.

The allopathic medical people said “it’s only soft tissue injuries”.  The ER doctor said I’d be good to go back to work in a couple of days.

I’m sorry, but I’m going to call them idiots. They did not have a clue.

I get it that I compensated. I learned ways to pull myself together, literally. Ways to provide enough stability to walk, sit, and move through my days. Ways that were in integrity with my body-mind system as it was at that time.

Fast forward to years later, discovering/re-membering that I had a slight scoliosis that was diagnosed years before the car wreck. Compounding the healing process of getting aligned and strong.

Fast forward even more. I have been doing yoga for years, and seeing chiropractors and many other body workers. My body is actually getting strong and aligned in all the right places! It can actually be better than before.

The task at hand, that keeps coming up in meditation, is pain. That pain is from structures that held my body together for years.

I can now communicate with these structures, recognize and appreciate them for all they’ve done for me, and ask them if they would like to do something else now.

Recently I posted something about becoming aware of an internal energetic column, running from my sit bones through the center of my torso up through my neck and head, out my crown chakra.

Today I began connecting the pain from the old structure to awareness of the new structure. The old pain now has another option.