I’m going to attend a silent community meditation retreat when I go back to Corfu in November. Part of me wants the silence; another part of me is dreading meditation for 5 days. Really? Watching my breath or active meditation sounds like a slow-burn torture. My dharma teacher laughed when I said I’d wanted to attend, reminding me that watching one’s thoughts is arduous. Separating me into truly knowing I’m not my thoughts, that I’m greater than that. There’s more prying apart to be done.
