Abject Failure, Desire, and Compassion

I’m pro­cras­ti­nat­ing right now. I’m pro­cras­ti­nat­ing, I think, because report­ing fail­ure is never that cheery a prospect. And my “month of desire” — to analyse, work with and per­haps help myself over­come my grasp­ing at food, at con­sumer good, at any­thing — failed.

Not only did it fail, but it failed quite spec­tac­u­larly, with me overeat­ing like a par­tic­u­larly hun­gry ghost, and even giv­ing up med­i­ta­tion for a cou­ple of weeks.

And this is where I would prob­a­bly, in the past, have given up. And sunk back into despair.

But not this time. I have, instead, bought a cou­ple of par­tic­u­larly good-looking books on overeat­ing. I’ve also bought and have been lis­ten­ing to (I bought the audio ver­sion) Alan Watts’ The Way of Zen, to get some inspiration.

(Don’t fear, gen­tle reader, I know Zen is not about read­ing books. To para­phrase the emi­nent Mer­lin Mann, read­ing a book about Zen is like buy­ing a chair about jog­ging. But I’m hop­ing to find some point­ers in the right direc­tion, at least.)

And I plan on pick­ing myself up after this fail­ure, and get­ting back on with things. Because I think that this fail­ure may be part of the process. I’m def­i­nitely feel­ing dif­fer­ent things as a result even of fail­ing to let go of my desires. And I’ve been more emo­tional recently, which I think is a good sign of change.

So, I’m going to read these books, and try to get to the bot­tom of my desires, and specif­i­cally my prob­lems with overeat­ing and other addic­tions. Partly I’m going to try it through thought, and partly I’m going to med­i­tate. Because sim­ple daily med­i­ta­tion did seem to be tak­ing me in a good direc­tion in my life, and I don’t want to lose that.

The first thing I’ve found to use as inspi­ra­tion are these words from Zen mas­ter Hiakajo, quoted by Alan Watts:

When hun­gry, eat, when tired, sleep”

That’s a def­i­n­i­tion of Zen. And it’s two areas I’ve been hav­ing such a prob­lem with all my life — for decades, at least — that it really hit home when I heard it. It sounds so sim­ple. And yet it feels so, so dif­fi­cult to do, for me. Even the sleep­ing, but espe­cially the eating.

But I’m going to bear those words in mine. And start­ing tomor­row (I’m too tired today, and it’s gone 10pm, so I’m going to head for bed right now) I’m back on the med­i­ta­tion, and I’m going to focus on sim­ple eat­ing and sleep­ing, and get­ting them right. Because I think those two key areas could specif­i­cally help me lead a more mind­ful life than any­thing else I can think of.

See you tomorrow.


— Orig­i­nally posted by Matt Gib­son on Gad­fly Mind.

Still So Much Desire

Well, had a cou­ple of days in a row of actu­ally med­i­tat­ing at a sen­si­ble time. But both days have been a bit crap in other regards. I’m still not analysing my addic­tive desire, my cling­ing to food, to other things, enough, I feel. Halfway through the month now, and I feel like I’m only just get­ting started.

I’ve had a cou­ple of moments where I’ve felt on the brink of some­thing, where I’ve felt I could turn a cor­ner and start giv­ing things up. But then I’ve just not man­aged it, not fol­lowed through. Just car­ried on doing what I nor­mally, giv­ing into desire, and let­ting real­ity fade fur­ther away.

I feel quite sad about that. But I will keep going. Maybe I just need to gen­er­ate enough of these oppor­tu­ni­ties that I finally take one in the end…


— Orig­i­nally posted by Matt Gib­son on Gad­fly Mind.

Yesterday’s Failures

After yesterday’s suc­cess, being mind­ful of my desire to pick up my phone and dis­tract myself, came yesterday’s many fail­ures. I ate too much, with­out being mind­ful of that, and then, yes­ter­day evening, I didn’t meditate.

The first half of my evening was good — hav­ing din­ner, read­ing a book (William Gibson’s Zero His­tory is excel­lent, by the way) qui­etly and with concentration.

But then I got dis­tracted by other things, desires, the inter­net, what­ever. The point is that it got to about twenty min­utes to mid­night and I hadn’t meditated.

Pre­vi­ously, in this sit­u­a­tion, I’d try to retrieve a bad sit­u­a­tion by med­i­tat­ing even that late. But it struck me last night that that was just a cur­sory way for me to pre­tend I’d not failed. I knew sit­ting in med­i­ta­tion for twenty min­utes before mid­night at the end of a long day would almost cer­tainly just mean me sit­ting on a zafu falling asleep and not learn­ing any­thing about myself. That’s always been the case when it’s hap­pened before.

So, instead, I decided to admit my fail­ure, make the best of it, and go to bed. Now, this morn­ing, I’m deal­ing with that fail­ure, rather than, per­haps, being a lit­tle dis­hon­est with myself and blog­ging about a par­tial suc­cess, where I sat on a cush­ion regard­less of how late it was.


— Orig­i­nally posted by Matt Gib­son on Gad­fly Mind.

Average Weekend

Two days, two med­i­ta­tions, both okay, mostly, I think, because I did them in the morn­ing, or at least no later than early after­noon. Noth­ing much to report, really. No great moments of inspi­ra­tion or aware­ness, just twenty min­utes sit­ting on a cush­ion try­ing to con­cen­trate. Ho hum.

This week I’m going to start rein­ing in some desires, and see how it feels, as opposed to just watch­ing myself give in to them.


— Orig­i­nally posted by Matt Gib­son on Gad­fly Mind.

Month of Desire: Day 1

I’ve been tired all week. Though some days I’ve at least expe­ri­enced some lovely feel­ings of peace, calm and kind­ness toward the world. Wednes­day morn­ing was par­tic­u­larly good, pos­si­bly because I went to see Thea Gilmore play on Tues­day night, which left me feel­ing very positive.

But I’ve been get­ting increas­ingly tired, because of one late night after another. And run­ning on cof­fee more than usual. By Fri­day — the first day of Octo­ber, and the first day of my “month of desire” — I was pretty knackered.

And I didn’t do much with my desire, apart from give in to it. But at least I kept it in mind, and observed it as well as I could.

The main thing that I noticed was that my desires — for food, for doing all sorts of things I shouldn’t do, and for avoid­ing all sorts of things I should do — didn’t feel like crav­ings. They felt… qui­etly inevitable, I guess is the best way I can put it. Like one part of me knew I shouldn’t be doing this, but at the same time knew that I would, no mat­ter what. Like I was a bystander, while some part of me over which I have no con­trol went to buy a bag of crisps, or whatever.

Who is this per­son who’s in charge of my actions, if he’s not me? That’s worth explor­ing, and I’ll try to watch out for it dur­ing the rest of the month, try to under­stand it more.

I didn’t get around to med­i­tat­ing until nearly mid­night, and, unusu­ally for me, I did actu­ally fall asleep on the zafu. Surprised-jerking-awake-where–am–I-style falling asleep. I know I’m not meant to judge myself too harshly, and that fail­ures teach as much, if not more, than suc­cesses, but clearly this wasn’t the best med­i­ta­tion ses­sion I’ve ever had…

Any­way. That was yes­ter­day. This week­end I have a lot to do, but I’ll be try­ing to watch out for desire where I can. Some­time in the next few days I should start delib­er­ately deny­ing my desires, so I can watch them bet­ter. That might be less than fun, but I think it’s an impor­tant process for the month…


— Orig­i­nally posted by Matt Gib­son on Gad­fly Mind.