Showing posts with label faith. Show all posts
Showing posts with label faith. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

The Reiki Retreat

Amatierra is a new-age haven: we offer yoga, massage, aromatherapy, Chi Nei Tsang (what's that?), organic food, nutritional counseling in both Western and Chinese herbalism, and, or course, mani-pedis by the pool. Oh, and we're in the tropics.

This past week, the entire resort (10 double rooms) has been rented out by a reiki group from Chicago. We at Amatierra were all very exited to have so many people interested in such a beautiful and healing practice come and share what is really not only our workplace, but also our home. I often spend more than 12 hours a day on the property, taking breaks between work tasks to walk down to the creek, eat, read Howard Zinn, and do yoga in the open-air studio, where the fog comes in over the distant mountains and the hawks are always soaring. But I digress. We were exited to have them come.

And what did we learn, so that we might grow and be wiser of the world? This, though it is nothing new: the new-age community contains some of the most neurotic, difficult, egotistic people I have known. Sometimes this is a product of the most miserable people being the only ones who have to "wake up" and make a change. God knows I found my spiritual path because I had no other choice but to have faith or be torn apart by fear. Sometimes the quest for self-improvement entails an intolerance for imperfection, whether it be yours, others', or the way things turn out. Or sometimes it is the fact that many of the people with the time and luxury for new-age treatments have a lot of money, and with money can come a sense of entitlement and inflexibility. Or the fact that the ego is tenacious, and spiritual bypass and premature enlightenment is common. These terms mean that we use our spiritual practices as an escape, or as blinders, from real, tangible problems. If I get in a fight, and storm off and sit in my room saying"om om, I'm so at peace", when in reality I am furious, I am hurting myself. We all have a responsibility to show up to our uncomfortable, ugly feelings and actions. All too often the more we pride ourselves on our spiritual wisdom, the more likely we are to be ignoring our spiritual-or worldly!- childishness.

The group has been here about 6 days, and we're all totally burnt out and tense. I haven't had a full day off work since I arrived. They have been difficult, tense, disappointed, accusatory, and negative. Whenever I walk into a room of these people- and Jill has said this is her experience too- my stomach tightens and my breath shortens. These are symptoms of a nervous system fight-or-flight response, that when stimulated undermines the digestive and immune systems, stressing out your adrenal glands. Not what I would expect form a roomful of reiki masters!

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Past As Prologue

Afterword (or, The Bridge)

Because desire always exceeds
its object.  Because the energy you gave me

feels big enough to birth wings.  Because
I want you to push into the wetness 

and I know it.  Because of the salt
and the wind.  Because everything

that is supposed to happen
will happen, is happening, or

has already happened.  Because
ambivalence is more beautiful 

than justice.  Because my heart is 
shooting ahead, and I have no choice

but to follow it.  Because I want you
to be happy, with or without me.  

Because of the birds fleeing the storm.
Because the harbor is permeable

and shining.  Because it felt like
the last night of my life

but it wasn't.  Because a web of cables
is there to catch me if I blow

sideways, and always will be.  Because 
I walked across the bridge and was free.

-Maggie Nelson

I memorized this poem on the car ride to my meditation retreat.  We couldn't have books, and I felt like I wanted to have it there with me.  And of course now whenever I read it I think about being there, and what it felt like.  The flavors of the rooms.  The qualities of light coming in the windows.  The sounds that the world makes when nobody is speaking for days.

I memorized the poem, though, because it reminded me where I am in my life.  I think the first line is really the most important to remember.  And the third to last.  And the third line, I keep trying to figure out what I think it means, and I've formed an opinion.  But make your own.