Whether you sit by yourself at home or with others at a Zen center, meditation is an intrinsically solitary activity. As soon as you settle onto your cushion, there is nothing to entertain you but the parade of thoughts in your head. Regardless of who might be sitting, squirming, or sleeping on either side of you, what happens in your mind during meditation is entirely your business. Nobody can save you from your thoughts, and nobody can either blame or praise you for them, either.
Several weeks ago, headlines highlighted a study that revealed many people would prefer to shock themselves than to sit quietly with their own thoughts: presumably we’ve reached a point where our collective consciousness is so accustomed to the constant stimulation of electronic gadgets, we can no longer tolerate simple solitude. What future does meditation have in a society where we can’t stand our own quiet company?
We might blame smartphones and other high-tech devices for eroding our collective attention spans, but the problem predates these devices. Henry David Thoreau decried his generation’s interest in news stories and light reading, even the low-tech entertainments of books and newspapers serving as mindless distractions. Years ago, before smartphones were ubiquitous, I remember walking through the Public Garden on a sunny afternoon when every lone person I saw was listening to music on headphones: an endless parade where each person marched to her or his own personalized soundtrack. Even a homeless man had a battered boom box perched atop a shopping cart piled high with his possessions, the volume loud enough to drown out any semblance of solitude. Why spend quiet time with your own thoughts when even entertainment is easily portable?
Over the years, I’ve learned I actually enjoy solitude. I like sitting and doing nothing; I like the sheer boredom that comes from simply observing whatever thoughts roll by. Meditation is the formal practice of doing nothing in quiet isolation, but there are plenty of other things I do that are similarly solitary. Although sharing your writing is a social task, the act of writing is inherently solitary. A lot of novice writers like the attention that comes from having an audience, but many of these writers crumble when faced with the quiet loneliness of the blank page.
I’ve often said I was fated to become a writer because I like the sound of pen scratching paper. It’s fine and good to enjoy any attention or acclaim that might derive from something you’ve written, but at a certain point, you have to enjoy (or at least tolerate) the lonely hours it takes to produce, revise, and polish that work. There might be people who are born with a natural talent for meditation, writing, or both, but I’ve certainly never met any. In my experience, both writing and meditation are deep-rooted things that flourish with sustained attention. If you’re going to last as a meditator or a writer, you’d better like spending time with yourself, your closest companion being the cushion beneath you or the blank page before you.
This is my contribution to yesterday’s Photo Friday theme, Solitude.
Jul 19, 2014 at 6:48 pm
I spend many hours alone and have heard people say that that is “weird”.
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Jul 19, 2014 at 6:49 pm
I don’t think it’s weird at all. But then again, lots of folks think I’m weird. 🙂
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Jul 19, 2014 at 6:51 pm
LOL, it’s good to know I am not alone 🙂 !!
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Jul 20, 2014 at 9:22 am
You’re definitely not alone. We might be in the minority, but we’re here. ☺
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Jul 20, 2014 at 5:23 am
It’s interesting that so many people are averse to solitude. I’ve always enjoyed it, and like you, I enjoy that aspect of writing. (I would certainly choose writing, meditation and “alone time” over being shocked!!)
When I was in the Peace Corps my days were so vast and unstructured that I would set a time in mid-afternoon to have coffee and write in my journal. It gave me something to look forward to, and even though I was doing other things through the day, that “alone time” was my anchor. Even now, when I write my blog posts in the morning, that time anchors my day.
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Jul 20, 2014 at 9:21 am
Yes, my morning journal pages serve as this kind of “anchor.” I definitely miss the practice on days when I’m too busy to write.
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Jul 20, 2014 at 6:19 am
This is lovely, and entirely a reminder of my experience struggling in the quiet of my mind. I remember starting to meditate and managing about 2 minutes at a time before my thinking became too loud! Many years on it’s mostly a joy and I’m so grateful I stuck at it. Thank you for the space to reflect on this.
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Jul 20, 2014 at 9:19 am
I’m glad you enjoyed this. It’s funny because I frequently encounter new mediators who quit because their thoughts are “too noisy,” so they think their meditation isn’t working. They don’t understand that the whole point of meditation is to observe your thoughts however they are. Noisy or quiet, it’s all good.
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Jul 20, 2014 at 9:24 am
I felt that when I started! Luckily I had very human and experienced teachers who gently guided me back to it each time I felt I was failing. I had a teacher who would just say to me all the time that I had to unlearn any thinking about getting it right or wrong, it just was. Took me about a year to understand what she was talking about!
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Jul 21, 2014 at 9:39 am
Thanks for this, Lorianne. I too wonder what we’re coming to, now that people can carry their distractions and entertainment with them wherever they go. For me, solitude and silence are essential, but it’s true that they have to be cultivated, along with that difficult trait, patience, but the rewards are so great and accessible for a lifetime!
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