Preparing for Vipassana

Preparing for Vipassana the Faerie way . . . → Read More: Preparing for Vipassana

Vipassana reflections (zero) // starting at the end

Sometimes the only place to start is now – in the present moment, right here.

So here I am: on my sofa with Placebo blaring “It’s your age, it’s my rage,” slowly coming back to somewhere that approximates ‘normal.’

For the past 12 days I’ve been at Dhamma Dipa, the Vipassana meditation centre in . . . → Read More: Vipassana reflections (zero) // starting at the end

Vipassana reflections (one) // Authority

Today I feel much better. After posting last night I took a long hot bath, spoke to my lover P____ and slept like a baby. This morning I awoke refreshed and sat Vipassana for an hour. By the time I was finished some clarity had started to emerge. I’m going to be OK … . . . → Read More: Vipassana reflections (one) // Authority

Vipassana reflections (two) // attention and focus

I am a very alert person: my mind is always active and I respond to things very quickly, often with the energy of a hunted animal. By contrast my ex-girlfriend Kate is not as alert. She is what our heteronormative culture likes to call “a typical girl”: a bit dippy, often a few minutes . . . → Read More: Vipassana reflections (two) // attention and focus

Vipassana reflections (three) // the routine

At Dhamma Dipa everything is marked by a gentle, resonant bell. Reveille is at 4 o’ clock each morning. It’s the middle of winter so it’s very dark and cold at that time. I don’t remember the last time I was up this early – my memories of this time of day are mostly . . . → Read More: Vipassana reflections (three) // the routine

Vipassana reflections (four) // a room of my own

It’s been over a week since I returned from Dhamma Dipa, and already the experience feels many miles away. So much has happened since I got back: on Wednesday a delightful After Pandora social was followed by a debaucherous night with a playmate; on Saturday the long-anticipated Tantric Pyjama Party at Sacred Pleasures was . . . → Read More: Vipassana reflections (four) // a room of my own

Vipassana reflections (five) // spirals of development

For the first few days of the retreat I find it almost impossible to quiet my mind. It keeps chattering away, and I have the feeling I’ve had many times before, that I simply don’t have what it takes to meditate. But at each step of the way Goenka-ji is a step ahead: during . . . → Read More: Vipassana reflections (five) // spirals of development