HINDRANCES AND ANTIDOTES
The temperature here in Worcester, MA, has finally gone above freezing after ten days of bitter cold. The snow is beginning to melt and the ice is retreating. Yay. I started this blog a few days ago to put on paper my cries of anguish, ill will, restlessness, worry, and craving for sensual pleasures, like feeling the warmth of sunlight on my skin rather than a biting wind. In Buddhism, these aversive starts are considered obstacles to liberation and perpetuate suffering. Suffering is part of life, and meditation is supposed to alleviate it. Over the years, I realized that my understanding of liberation was incomplete. I thought that a liberated person was free of negative mind states and I’d be immune from suffering. I wouldn’t feel angry, frustrated, or depressed; instead, I’d face whatever happens with equanimity and be non-reactive, allowing myself to let go of the desire for things to be different than they are. Instead, I’m learning of the energy and courage it takes to apply my mindfulness. The more I desire my negativity to go away, the harder it is to release it. ‘Resist and they persist’ is a truism. Rumi advises in his poem The Guest House to invite them in …” welcome and entertain them all…and be prepared for a new delight.” Hmm..
In principle, I agree with the wisdom of this advice, but it takes energy, faith and trust that my desire for sunlight and warmth will disappear if I can befriend these feelings with compassion and be curious about their arising rather than self-pitying when I am filled with aversion amid a cold spell while I am gazing at a grey sky. Practice has helped me decrease self-criticism. I don’t beat myself up like I used to for having negative feelings. I know everything passes, and this as an opportunity for learning, but it’s challenging.
Contemplation of death and impermanence is an antidote to craving more sensual pleasure. Being human, there is suffering. We are all subject to aging, illness, loss, and death. It can not be prevented. It is part of the human condition, and I am not exempt. It doesn’t mean that when a loved one dies or is diagnosed with a life-threatening illness, I won’t be sad or grieve. Meditation doesn’t eliminate pain and sorrow, disappointment or anger, but I do find it helps me bear what comes and learn from it. I have more practice in hanging in there with myself, my frailties, and my conditioning. Thinking about death, I realize I feel sad that a dear friend has recently been diagnosed with cancer. My husband recently underwent a procedure that necessitated a night in the hospital. Visiting him brought back memories of times I was hospitalized and seeing him vulnerable made me concerned about his health and what the future would bring. He’s fine now, and so am I. Contemplating impermanence and facing death helps me treasure the present. The present moment is precious, and I am grateful that we are both here and together---and I know it will end.
In my early years of teaching Mindfulness-Based Stress Reduction I bought a colorful and beautifully crafted magic wand and brought it to class. I waved it about and told the class I wished I could sprinkle them with fairy dust and all their troubles would vanish. We laughed yet it was my wish and perhaps theirs as well. I’ve learned that the power to fix things lies within, and if I or we held on too tightly to the wish that something or someone outside of ourselves could magically relieve suffering, we’d all be in trouble and only suffer more.
Thomas Merton, a Trappist monk and mystic, wrote, “We have what we seek, we have it all the time and if we give it time it will make itself known to us. “
It takes time and courage to face ourselves and look within for what we seek. Also patience, trust, hardiness of spirit and perseverance. I find it humbling to realize I can’t prevent bad things from happening. I can examine the causes of suffering and look at what triggers it in myself- conditioning based on past experiences, wants and vulnerabilities. What I consider bad, hard to accept and strongly don’t like is personal. Some people may love winter and see it as an opportunity to ski, play, and have cozy times at home. I do not. I feel a bit like Goldilocks and the Three Bears; I want the weather to be “just right, not too cold or too hot.” I want to walk without walking poles and not worry about slipping on the ice.
Being 81, this is a period in my life when my body and mind noticeably change. Awareness of my negative mental states has reinvigorated my interest in them and their antidotes. I take out books and poems for inspiration, meditate, and I even googled hindrances and antidotes. The summary from AI:
In summary, understanding the nature of these hindrances and applying the appropriate antidotes is essential for anyone seeking to deepen their meditation practice and achieve spiritual growth. Through persistent effort and mindful practice, the obstacles of sensual desire, ill-will, sloth and torpor, restlessness and worry, and doubt can be gradually diminished, leading to a clearer, more focused, and peaceful mind.
I can appreciate the warmth of my house and the safety it provides. I am grateful for all the goodness in my life. I saw a robin this morning and I heard a bird chirping. I let myself regress and ate comfort food from my childhood—and didn’t feel guilty or judgmental. I decided it was OK to indulge and did it very mindfully with restraint. Popcorn is a favorite self-soothing item for me, so I measured out a small amount, put it in the microwave, and listened intently for the end of a popping sound so I didn’t burn the container. In my family food was associated with love -and self-castigation because it was fattening. I decided I wasn’t too fat, cut a slice of a delicious raspberry pistachio croissant, and returned the rest to the freezer. Good for me I thought and proceeded to open the kitchen cupboard and discovered chocolate coins left over from Chanukah, ate two and then one apricot. I knew this really wouldn’t satiate my craving, but I savored it and enjoyed its momentary release.
Sloth, torpor and doubt are other obstacles to awareness. My mind was dull when I was caught in my discontent, and I felt sluggish. I took a breath, examined the position of my body, realized I was slouching, sat upright, put my hand over my heart and felt the heaviness in the center of my chest, got up from my chair, took out my computer and began this blog.
Doubt is the most difficult hindrance to counter. During the bout of bad weather, it was hard to believe I’d experience a better day. Doubt is debilitating. It erodes self-confidence and blocks innate wisdom. Fortunately, I can’t stand feeling miserable for too long. It motivates me to seek relief. I began meditating because I saw it helped people feel happier and I wanted to be happier and more at peace. There are causes and conditions even for a feeling of funk. Following Rumi’s advice to welcome what is at my door, I’ve learned to notice the effect of my thoughts and feelings, test their reality, seek wise counsel, and be surrounded by people, places, and things that lift me up and inspire me—like being with you.
March 6, 2025 at 11AM EST is our next meeting.
I look forward to being with you. Let’s support each other to examine the unwanted with compassion and a steadiness of spirit, heart, and mind.