What I Realized on a 7-day Silent Meditation Retreat

As I sat cross-legged on a crimson cushion, tears ran down my cheeks. The afternoon solar poured by massive image home windows, warming the appropriate facet of my physique. The rise and fall of my chest was heavy with the boring ache of a damaged coronary heart. “That is what grief seems like,” I believed.

My decade-long marriage to a person I deeply love had dissolved, and I had come to the Spirit Rock Meditation Middle, within the secluded hills of Marin County, north of San Francisco, to regular myself. Led by the creator and meditation trainer Oren Jay Sofer, the seven-day silent retreat centered on the 4 brahmavihāra, or Buddhist virtues: loving-kindness, compassion, pleasure, and equanimity.

I arrived on a Saturday afternoon final fall. After checking in, I was assigned spartan sleeping quarters in a dorm, the place I met my roommate: a 30-something girl from California. We exchanged tales as we made up our single beds in crisp white sheets and quilted blue comforters. She, too, was going by a troublesome separation. 

We walked to the principle meditation corridor, the place Sofer held a welcome ceremony, launched the lecturers, and invited us to show in our telephones, which I did. There have been about 75 individuals within the group, most of us People, like me. The lecturers took turns strolling us by the week. Every day would encompass meditations, silent walks, communal meals, home chores, and Buddhist teachings. 

We additionally took a vow of “noble silence,” agreeing that we might converse to nobody however the lecturers. The purpose was to quiet the thoughts and domesticate compassion for ourselves and others. After a light-weight dinner and a brief meditation session, we spent the remainder of the night time settling in. Round 10, I slipped into mattress and drifted off to sleep. 

The morning gong struck at 6 o’clock sharp. My roommate and I took turns brushing our enamel on the small sink. The cool air snapped me awake as I walked outdoors towards the meditation corridor. On the crest of the slope, underneath an inky sky, I marveled on the North Star glittering like a solitaire diamond. 

After a short tai-chi–like session centered on breath work and motion, I skipped breakfast in favor of a hike on the Madrone Path, considered one of six trails that crisscross the 412-acre campus. In a huddle of auburn leaves, I stumbled upon a white Buddha statue scattered with choices of pine cones, feathers, notes, and prayer beads. In a while the stroll I discovered two smaller Buddha shrines hidden like Easter eggs, one in a tree trunk and one in a thicket of pampas grass. Every sparked a jolt of pleasure. 

The day’s sitting meditations had been a blended bag. Generally my thoughts bounced round relentlessly, like a toddler’s — reviewing my life’s to-do checklist, feeling the ache in my again and knees, counting the minutes earlier than snack time. At different factors I felt crushed by unhappiness. I practiced sitting with the grief and never judging myself for it.

Then there have been the blissful moments once I was capable of quiet my ideas and faucet in to a way of calm, using my breath like a wave. If distractions arose, I directed my consideration again to respiratory to keep away from obsessive spirals crammed with projections, judgments, and fears. The extra indifferent I grew to become from the narratives swirling in my thoughts, the extra peace I discovered. It felt luxurious to have a lot time in silence. 

Mealtimes within the eating corridor, by comparability, had been a feast for the senses. We moved silently in a single file to load up our plates with vegetarian dishes like lemongrass curry, escarole soup, roasted delicata squash, smashed cucumber salad, and corn and coconut chowder. Earlier than tucking in to every meal, I silently thanked my fellow practitioners who had helped wash, peel, and chop the elements. We sat in silence, shoulder-to-shoulder, centered on the primal acts of smelling, tasting, and chewing.

Within the night, there was a 45-minute dharma discuss on one of many brahmavihārā, adopted by a strolling meditation and a chanting session. Having the identical routine created a every day cadence blissfully freed from determination making. 

Because the week rolled on, the routine additionally supplied a way of stability, and my thoughts started to settle like a lake after a storm, the particles sinking to the underside. Sitting in silence with others allowed me to really feel much less alone when confronted with emotions of loss, grief, and unhappiness. I used to be fortified by the presence of the white-haired man in entrance of me who sat cross-legged at each meditation with out shifting a muscle. I discovered consolation within the knowledge of the teachings, particularly the adage that each life comprises 10,000 joys and 10,000 sorrows.

On my final morning, I set out within the predawn darkness to hike the two.9-mile Nice Loop Path, guided by the sunshine of my headlamp. It was an arduous uphill trek. After huffing up an incline for 40 minutes, I arrived above the tree line, the place I might see the city of Mill Valley under a blanket of mist. I surveyed the panorama of jagged ridges and redwood forests, the curves of clouds, and the golden solar rising behind a summit.

My coronary heart was nonetheless heavy, and I might nonetheless really feel the sting of a misplaced love. However seven days of silence and meditation jogged my memory that my emotions weren’t one thing to bury or overcome. As a substitute, they had been one thing I might embrace, figuring out nothing is everlasting — not marriage, not unhappiness, not grief. 

Seven-night retreat on the Spirit Rock Meditation Middle from $1,680, all-inclusive. 

A model of this story first appeared within the October 2024 challenge of Journey + Leisure underneath the headline “The Luxurious of Silence.”