My whole life, no matter where I’ve lived, what my job was, or what I was preoccupied with, one consistent source of comfort and peace has been idly hanging around with other people at the end of the day.
I’ve always appreciated the calming effect of slow evening hangouts with friends or family. But recently I’ve come to think of it as something essential to our health.
The location doesn’t matter really. A back porch. A coffee
place. A front step. A bench facing some kind of water. You just need to be
with one or more people you like, and you need it to be the latter hours of the
day.
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At breakfast one morning, on a silent retreat in Nanaimo, my friend Marc was looking out the window at a lawn sprinkler when he glimpsed a tiny detail he would later write about.
The sprinkler was the ratchet kind, the sort that goes “chh-chh-chh-chh” as it rotates and shoots water, then winds itself back up and does it again. At one particular position in its arc, one particular “chh,” he saw a little rainbow flash across the spray and disappear.
Presumably I was elsewhere in that same room at this time,
no rainbows in sight, contemplating my boiled egg and muffin.
He wrote a blog post about the momentary rainbow, describing it as a perfect example of something contemplatives call dependent arising—the idea that every phenomenon emerges from the vast sea of causes and conditions that came before it.
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A few weeks ago someone commented on my new post, saying
they had just stumbled across my blog, and that it was “very old school.”
I took that as a compliment, and got to reminiscing about what old school blogging really felt like, compared to today. Something’s definitely gone missing—some quality that made it vivid and exciting, and I want it back.
When I started in 2009, and for years afterward, I just wrote stuff, having absolutely no idea if anyone would relate. I wrote as well as I could, but there was a wonderful off-the-cuff feel to the process. If it was interesting to me, it might be to someone else. So I would write something about it. The incomparable joy of campfires. The rich history of a particular dent in my car.
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Thank you for your reply. I feel very lucky indeed that I managed to pass that threshold with exercise, I know that for many people it’s a real struggle. Hopefully one day I can also pass it with meditation. :) I almost gave up on trying, but I will try...