Monday, December 30, 2013

Clarity & Mindfulness: Practicing Buddhism with Sacrifice and My Vows for 2014

Today is a day for writing.  I say this because of the heaviness of emotions, including a sorrow, that has cast itself upon me and I have shrugged off, but still feel the impression.

Despite the meditation, despite the constant focus of being aware of the present moment, I find that the holidays are a time when the singular loneliness I feel is exacerbated, and I am sure it is that way for others.  That is not to say I am alone. I am surrounded by others, family, friends, coworkers, acquaintances, but it is a time when dreams of what could have been creep back in again, and the reality of what is happens to be so very different than expectations.  It becomes a time of reconciliation. Renewed acceptance and letting go.

In April, I took a week long vacation to get away from the constant chatter in my life.   It started in Denver where I stayed with some close family members,  I rented a car, then spent a couple days in Moab (Utah), Sedona (Arizona), and Sante Fe (New Mexico), before returning to Denver. I wanted to have my own Mecca, my own rite of transformation, and I knew I had to be alone to perform this.  It was an empowering experience, but there was one aspect upon which I want to elaborate today.

When I was in Sedona, wandering the streets which are not unlike the quaintness of Lake Placid, I happened to come upon a Spanish restaurant that looked inviting.  So, in I went.  I saddled up at the bar and the bartender served me some drink, followed by a menu.  After a few minutes a woman sat next to me and we began a conversation.

Ultimately, the conversation ended with her telling me about the Buddhist sacred site, the Amitaba Stupa, which she said, I must visit.

After dinner, I googled the address and programmed it into the GPS.  Before I began toward it, I read a little about it on my phone.  It indeed was one of a few Buddhist sites in the west.


 In a matter of minutes I was at a red dirt road, lined with trees and a steep wall of yellow stone backlit by a sinking sun in the immediate distance.

The path to the Stupa was worn, and framed by stones that were stacked in a pattern that reminded me of Stonehenge, although on an obviously much smaller scale.

 When I reached the end of the winding path, it opened to a very large area in which the giant statue of the Buddha sat, easily 10 feet high, but the center was the stupa.  



There was an area south of the Buddha for seating and ceremony, and there was a bench directly in front of the stupa where people had left small gifts.  Some gifts were also scattered around in the dirt.


I had read that when a person visits a stupa, he or she may walk three times around it with a question in their heart.  Around the stupa there was a very worn path where many had done so before me.  I did so, and each time I passed the little bench, I took off a piece of jewelry I was wearing and left it as a token to the spirit of Buddha.

Perhaps you are wondering what it is I wished.  My wish was simple.  I wanted to know my path.   I asked, "Show me the way.  Give me the courage to follow the direction my life needs to take."

As the sun set, I walked around the rest of the site and created some stone structures myself.

That night I had a vivid dream, of which I still return and find solace.  As I woke the next morning, the vision in the dream clung to me.  I packed the car and by 6 am was on the road heading for Santa Fe.  Traveling the hundreds of miles on the empty road, I revisit the events in my dream:

I return to my old home, the gorgeous 1878 Victorian home that I had lived with in Brasher with my husband and children and that he and I, with the help of my family, had gutted and rebuilt.  From the outside it looks exactly the same, but the inside, it is empty.  While it is empty, it is also very clean.  Spotless.  There is no furniture.  There is nothing on the walls.

I am searching for something.  No, not something.  I am searching for someone.  Then, it comes to me.  I am looking for the twins.  Lily and Jerome. (I do have two children but they are not twins.  They are girls, named Madeline and Elizabeth).  I wander from room to room with an ache in my heart, feeling like I had lost them.  When I get to the bathroom, I study the shape of the wall.  It looks normal, but as I get closer, I see the foundations and the walls are all slightly bent.  The paint is fresh, the room untouched, but the walls are bowed out, convex. As is the floor.

In the bathroom, I hear a sound, a loud screeching, coming from the yard, I turn to it.  It is a man, and without speaking to him, I know he has come to help me find my twins.  I do not see this man emerge from the vehicle, a flat bed truck, a powerful vehicle, that he has driven onto the lawn, but I am compelled to him, desire his company.  He has come to help me, but I feel as though he is also searching.  Is he searching for the twins?  We both have something we are missing, and each balances the other.  It is a complete feeling.  A feeling of resolution and harmony.

The dream ends.

My analysis of that dream led me to many conclusions, all of which have resulted in my true forgiveness of myself and my part in my divorce and my ex husband and his part.  When I arrive in Santa Fe, I did further research about the names Jerome and Lily.  I was startled to discover some interesting information regarding Saint Jerome... and about the flower Lily and what it represents.  In this context and to those of you who know me, it will also make sense when I tell you that the flower that represents my baby brother that died when I was 8, is an Easter Lily.  My mom planted that flower in his remembrance and each time I see it I am reminded of him.

I won't analyze the dream to you, but it certainly spoke to me, as have others that have come since. I hope that you give your dreams an opportunity to do the same for you.

When I left the southwest and returned home, many things happened, but they happened slowly. My life began to take the shape that felt right.... felt natural... and was satisfying... but there was still something missing... and that something was this loneliness that I sometimes experience as I continue to strive toward my goals.  I feel like I deserve a partner on this path, but I have yet to find someone who could possibly accompany me on this path.

Yet while I did not find someone to join me, I did have a realization this year with a man I dated for many months.  I came to understand that, some people come into our lives to open doors for us, but not walk through the door with us.

I continue to work on the healing that comes from being broken after loving someone (my ex-husband) to the point of emptiness... but this year was a start for me in the right direction.  I know now that I want to love again.  Deserve to find someone who not only will open that door for me, but walk through it with me.

I know that will happen in its time, and I have been reading Rainer Maria Rilke whenever I become impatient.  In his Letters to a Young Poet he says, "...believe in a love that is being stored up for you like an inheritance and trust that in this love there is a strength and a blessing, out beyond which you do not have to step in order to go very far."  

I believe in that.  And I won't settle for anything less than that kind of blessing.  I will make the effort to allow life to be and not force what I want or desire upon it.

But, the initial thrust of my blog today was in regard to sorrow.  It leads me back to wondering what is this sorrow?  Why do I suffer? And the path of Buddhism offers clear answers regarding suffering.  I have made slight conversions to that path,  but overall my journey has not been a Damascus Conversion, more instead of a subtle, convenient conversion. Sparked by occasional moments of will power.  I want to go all the way this year.  I want to follow the Buddhist path with more commitment and discipline.

Buddhism is a life philosophy, not a religion.  I stumbled upon it a couple years after my failed marriage when a kind woman came to my door to discuss religion with me.  I don't remember which faith she represented. I welcomed her and we had an in depth conversation about the spirit and its place in modern culture.  She recommended some books to me, and not to be outdone, I returned the gesture.  one book she left in my safekeeping and which I now own is called, Mankind's Search for God.   Within the book there is a chapter devoted to all the major religious philosophies,including the spiritual philosophy of Buddhism.

When I read that chapter, I continuously found myself connecting to the words, the principles and beliefs.  Buddha taught the Four Noble Truths:

1. All existence is suffering.
2. Suffering arises from desire or craving (and/or attachments as I see it).
3. Cessation of desire means an end of suffering.
4. Cessation of desire is achieved by following the 8 fold path, controlling one's conduct, thinking, and belief.

Buddha believed that enlightenment came from the self, not from God, but from good and kind acts and from clarity in thinking.  Just like there are divisions in the Christian "schools" there are a variety of types of Buddhists, but the four noble truths and the 8 fold path are the foundation for them.

Buddhists believe that is soul is not "immortal" and is a combination of physical mental forces.  Buddhists belief is that humans are in a state of suffering based on past and present actions (karma) and are reborn countless times to give the opportunity in new lives to reach Nirvana, which is almost like the existence of a salvation or a heaven.  Nirvana is a re-acquaintance with the energy force that drives all life (kind of like Kabbalah) .  As defined in the text mentioned above, "Thus, some describe Nirvana as cessation of all passion and desire; an existence free from all sensory feelings, such as pain, fear, want, love, or hate; a state of eternal peace, rest, and changlessness. Essentially it is said to be the cessation of individual existence."

How do I become mindful?  It is hard to be so in this culture because to be mindful, we must allow our minds to be free of the chatter and to focus on what is happening to our feelings and our thoughts.  Like looking and studying ourselves from outside of ourselves.  How can we do this very well when  we are so accustomed to having whatever we want, whenever we want?

"It is ignorance that smothers, and it is carelessness that makes it invisible. The hunger of craving pollutes the world, and the pain of suffering causes the greatest fear."
~Buddha

We are bombarded with every type of entertainment, pleasure of the flesh from alcohol, drugs (both illegal and legal), social recreation, material recreation... we are gluttons.  We have numbed our minds and bodies, feeding them to the point of overindulgence.  And we crave more and more and need a bigger "hit" to get the same kind of high...just like an addict.  (Keep in mind gluttony is one of the 7 deadly sins as well).

Being mindful of that craving (the desires) and making a conscious effort to stop that cycle is what is necessary.  A great short read on this topic is at http://mountainsangha.org/mindfulness-of-craving/.

This past year and a half I have made many changes to my body to train it to stop craving.  I have made some headway working also on my mind, but it has not been enough.  The work on the mind must be accompanied by a deeper commitment to be conscious of the desires I have for sensual pleasures and those connected to my 'desire for becoming'.  The desire for becoming I believe is linked to the ego, which when being mindful, turns the ego off.  The ego is in love with pride, which, again, one of the 7 deadly sins....

The desire for becoming is explained as (from the website above):

...  it is actually linking to the craving or grasping after something immutable within us, which we feel constitutes our reality, or our self–it is this that you desire to go on forever.
 It is also the craving for novelty, innovation, new phenomena. You are craving to become this and that, in a round of endless stimulation, linked very much with [desire]. We are always looking for the new thing that is going on.
In an effort this year to live more aligned with the idea of being mindful of craving I have made a huge leap and am sharing that I will take the following vows beginning today and lasting through 2014: one of celibacy and one for the abstention of consuming alcohol. I will also make more of an effort to be mindful, cutting out the "mind candy" that is  a distraction to clarity of mind.

We shall see how the year ends.  I look forward to this journey with you!
Namaste.



Monday, December 16, 2013

Simple,Quick Home Work-Out (Not just for Working Moms)


A quick, simple workout from home, designed for a beginner,  with my kids helping out.  We had a lot of fun doing this for you and we hope you enjoy!  Please remember I am not certified as a personal trainer (yet....) nor am I a fitness instructor or a nutritionist.  These 3 circuits take me about 30 minutes total, with rest time between sets and circuits included.

This home workout consists of three circuits, with some core, some weight and some   It's a combination I use when I'm at home.Each circuit should be repeated 3 times for beginners.  If the number of reps per set is too much, then decrease them.  For some of the exercises, I embedded a link.  You can click on the link for more info on how to perform that specific exercise.

As always, find me on facebook with any questions or comments.
 https://www.facebook.com/april.charleson





Circuit #1:


Squat thrusts (aka burpees):
15 each set. The photos above show the position of a squat thrust. 1. Start standing with your feet a shoulder width apart. 2. Squat down, then 3. thrust your legs out (almost like being in a push-up position). Then stand. That is one. Do 15.

Plank: See photo below. Great abdominal/core exercise.  Keep your body like a 'plank'.  Hold for 30 seconds


High knees: 45 seconds
Repeat, 3 time total. Rest between each set. I usually rest one minute.







Circuit #2


Jumping Jacks: 50 count
Reverse lunge: 10-12 on each side
Push-ups: Do ten.  If you need to do the "girl" version, then that's fine!

Repeat all three exercises above so that you do them 3 times total. Rest between each set.

Circuit #3:


Weighted Sumo Squats:  These are like a regular squat, except you stand with your feet a little more than a shoulder width apart. 10-12 reps
Jump rope (you don't really need a jump rope....pretend that's what I do inside): 1 minute
Weighted "forward" lunges (try 5 pounds on each side for a beginner):
12 on each side, so 24 total for each set (See below)

Repeat all exercises above so that you do them 3 times total.  Rest between each set.






Thanks and I hope this helped :)
April

Friday, November 29, 2013

A Quiet Desire Beyond Physical in Me Stirs

Grand Canyon, North Rim, April 2013

“As the earth dies your spirit will bloom; as the world fades your soul will rise and glisten.  Amongst the dehydrated crevices of a desert earth you will stumble upon your diamonds; in between the dry skulls and cracked bones you will find your sapphires.”

“I have come to accept the feeling of not knowing where I am going.  And I have trained myself to love it.  Because it is only when we are suspended in mid-air with no landing in sight, that we force our wings to unravel and alas begin our flight.  And as we fly, we still may not know where we are going to.  But the miracle is in the unfolding of the wings.  You may not know where you’re going, but you know that so long as you spread your wings, the wind will carry you.”

~C, Joybell


I have never posted any of the poetry I have written, but today I felt compelled.

"A Quiet Desire Beyond Physical in Me Stirs"


I do not want to smile when I think of you.
I wait,
hesitate,
take two steps back.

I date others,
hoping that removes
the trace
of your touch.

You see,
I once
was brought to my knees.

Prostrate.
Begging.
Humiliated.
Shattered.

I rebuild.

My walls,
Impenetrable.
No windows.
No invitations extended.
No one I want seated at my table.

Yet,
You stand at my door.
I wave you away.
You creep back.

God damn.
So pesky.

Is this it then?

Is this the point,
6 years of dotted lines,
Connecting them so neatly.
Now I must learn,
to accept
You break my pattern.

I lean toward you,
Knowing the finality.
The expiration.

Holding my breath.

Please.

Don’t touch me like that.
Don’t make my lips curve up.
Don’t challenge me the way no other man has.

I hate myself for wanting,
It reminds me…

Reminds me of the weakness
In my knees.

How they could buckle.

I retreat.

Baby steps.
You teach me baby steps.

Your words,
They sting.

I don’t want them to.
A great misfortune?
I suppose it doesn’t matter anymore
What it is
What it isn’t.

They do. 
They do burn.

I retract.
I expand.

I am filling the spaces you create for me.
Do you know?

It is a woman’s intuition.
I brace.

I try. 
Like the other men,
I think of you as a car.
A shiny convertible.
Fast, sleek.
Sweet to slide into.
Turn on.
Rev.
Feel your power beneath me.

But you are not a car.

I listen for the sound
Of your heart beating.
You are alive.

A life.
A spark.
A lamp.

I follow the light.
I am at the edge.

You are the edge,
I peek over.
The fall is so beautiful,

So breathtakingly beautiful.
St. Lawrence River, August 2013
Photography by Kim Marasco

Sunday, November 17, 2013

A Hole No Cigarette, No Cabernet, No 8 Minute Mile Can Fill

Lately, it feels like my life has been building toward some moment that I'm not yet wise enough to understand.  After having a truly fantastic weekend, finished off this morning running a 5k in Syracuse in pelting ice-rain (yes, that's one word) I felt the heaviness of needing to sift through my thoughts.  When I finally arrived home, the weather was so balmy for November, that I threw on my running gear, again, and went off for another 5k.  I knew it would get dark soon, but my need to gain the type of understanding that only a good run brings was much greater than that worry.

Recently it seems that many people have made contact with me for inspiration of some sort or another.  While I am deeply touched and will continue to provide guidance, both spiritual and physical, for anyone who reaches out to me, I feel that I need to share how often vulnerable I, too, still am, and how raw my emotions can still be.  I think that if I tell you these things maybe it will make it easier for you to have faith and the courage to follow your heart, intuition, path...whatever you would like to call it.

Saturday night my ex-husband told me that his grandfather had passed away last Thursday.  Of course he was not "my" grandfather, but I was with my ex-husband from 19 to almost 31 years old...  We spent many days at Grandpa's.  I know his favorite food, the types of books he likes to read, the stories about his military service, his wife who passed many years before him and so much more.  I spent many many nights at his house before I was married and even after.  I cooked for him, helped him clean, bought and wrapped his Christmas gifts all through our marriage... and I shared my stories too.

When I talked with my ex, lets call him "Jack", about it, I was hurt that he had not told me.  Even after "Jack" and I were divorced I sent Grandpa Christmas and birthday cards and gifts.  When after some time I received nothing in return, I stopped.  I realized that "Jack's" new girlfriend had truly taken my place and I was no longer part of that family.  It was just another piece of a painful path that I was on.

I wanted to tell this because I think many of you who have come to me see me as this strong, independent woman who has made so many "good" choices and who has a vision of the future and will stop at nothing until I achieve my goals.   While that is certainly true that I have decided that I can't let anything stop me from my dreams, I have done so many things wrong and made so many mistakes.  I am uncertain, even still, and recently had to go to a good friend for support.   I still experience the ache of loneliness, and there are days that I truly do still miss the hopes "Jack" and I had for our future.

People often tell me that I will marry again.  People often say, and I understand it, that I have commitment "issues".  A part of me agrees that I do have issues with commitment, but it has less to do with committing to someone and everything to do with being afraid that someone else will stand in the way of my dreams, instead of supporting them.  I've been there and I was in love.  When I said my vows,  standing on a sandy white beach in Maine where we had vacationed for years together,  looking into my soon to be husband's eyes, my own eyes brimming with tears unspilled, I meant every word.  It was my for-life vow.  A real promise.   There was never a time when I doubted my commitment to that vow.

But it takes two people to keep a commitment.  So I had to let go of my promise.  Break my word.  And even though my heart was saying, you will not go back to him, look what he has done to you, the truth is that for a period of time, a couple months, I would have done anything  to keep my family intact, to not have to drive away from my 17 month old daughter crying, her face pressed to the glass door, to feel my Jack's hands intertwined with my own.

But there came a point where I knew in my heart, that this was for the best, so I moved out (he wouldn't).  I realized that he didn't love me anymore, but he was willing to stay in that loveless marriage.  I would've been miserable. I was miserable.

When I left, I felt as though I was going into a nightmare.  It was dark.  I was so very despondent and unaware of who I was.  I wasn't a wife anymore.  I didn't have a man to clean after, cook for, plan a vacation for, choose a Christmas tree with, turn to in the middle of the night.

Yet even though there was an ache, I walked away.  I knew he couldn't treat me like that, so disrespectfully.   I'm a woman, not an object.  I'm not meant to be used and tossed away. And yes, it hurt.  It ached.  There was a hollow that nothing could fill.  No cigarette, no cabernet, no 8 minute mile, could fill for many months.  But slowly, I began to heal, because I wanted to.  Because I made that choice that this was the right thing, the best thing, for me.  That I was meant for bigger and better experiences.

Now while that is true and I believe that there is a world out there that I am soon to know and have taken baby steps, working very hard this last year so that I can step out into it, that hole, that deep wound, that ache, has not fully healed, but it has scarred over.  I don't know if it ever does heal all the way.

I have learned to believe that my path had to veer away from his, because he was suffocating me, depriving me of my true potential.  So, when it comes to that ache of being alone or lonely without a man's touch next to me at night I can honestly say at this point in my life, I would rather be alone than make a decision that goes against the song I feel in my blood.  I would not make a commitment to any man at this moment because I can not.  My heart belongs to the future.

Having said that, I think it's important to recognize that there will be a man that may come into my life that I have feelings toward...

Like Anna Deveare Smith said, "I never know when somebody's going to knock on the door of my own unconscious in a way that I wouldn't have anticipated."  

That has actually happened to me this year. About 3 months into that relationship I felt myself needing to pull away.  I hadn't had those feelings about a man since Jack, that fondness, and that attraction that is difficult to put a finger on.  It was unsettling.  After detaching myself and spending some time dating other men, I decided that I needed to let go of my fears and just enjoy the moment, be mindful that this relationship had an expiration date (he is moving in January) and not try to make him be what I want him to be.  Facing my fear that I could develop deeper feelings about him, I began seeing him again, and have felt powerful beyond measure that I can be with someone, know it will end, and savor every each moment together.  


Early in the relationship, I said that I thought we should stop seeing each other because I was developing feelings, and he responded  that the "timing" was just not right for us.... I agreed and we stopped seeing each other, naturally, without any anger, bitterness or resentment.  It was difficult because I wanted to be with him,  was intellectually challenged, and this was a feeling that I haven't experienced, ever.  It was absolutely frightening to me to want to be with someone on that level. 


What I have come to realize is that it wasn't the timing was off, it was that I wasn't able to see this opportunity for what it was.  I couldn't grasp that I could be with someone for a temporary amount of time, and then have to let that person, who I could potentially care for, go.


The timing wasn't wrong at all.  My thinking was.


I like to think of spending this time with him now as an experience, almost like a vacation.  Would you forgo a journey into the vacation of your dreams just because you knew it would end?  Of course not.  You set your mind, understand the implications of the experience, and go into the experience with an eager heart and the knowledge of the pending finality.  That doesn't make the experience any less sweet.  In fact, it makes it sweeter, because you know it will end, and so you go headfirst, without caution, mindful of the moment.

I am telling you these things today because I am both wistful, missing my old way of life despite how often miserable I was at the end of the marriage,  yet feeling blessed that I have had the experiences I would have never had, living the dreams I never would have lived, had I stayed in my relationship, which was making me miserable.

And best of all, I am learning how to be mindful of the moment: living day to day, following my heart, taking baby steps, chasing the rainbows that one day will be over my head.  I want to live deep and with intent, experiencing the sadness as divine, not just the joy.  This reminds me of Thoreau, so I must quote him,

“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practise resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms.”

I am telling you these things today because I know so many of you are depressed, afraid, confused, uncertain, doubtful of yourself, as was I, as I am still sometimes.

Yes, it is frightening, but go into the "woods." Go into that fear.   You can only ever truly understand the intense love, peace and joy life can bring if you go earnestly into the dark places and know those, too.