For the first three days of my first 10-day meditation retreat, I locked myself in a room and screamed obscenities. In my mind, of course. It was a silent meditation retreat, after all.
The retreat was arduous, and unlike anything I’d experienced before. I was waking up too early, sitting too long, and couldn’t even speak, read, or write. I was tired, angry, and regretted being there. I finished the retreat ambivalent, not sure if I wanted to do it again. … Continue reading