Today was mostly spent walking across Taipei — I covered around 15km sorting out paperwork and then getting to Zhengda for my much-awaited Catherine time. My knees feel pretty good despite all the walkling; I am currently icing them, and I have put myself back onto a course of anti-inflamatories which I am following religiously this time. There’s hope for me yet!
Anyway, Catherine was telling me about her Thai housemate, Beebee (just realised I have no idea how to spell her name), who just came back from her second meditation retreat (in Thailand of course). It’s something that my darling Rebecca has often talked to me about, but which I always found utterly terrifying, until recently… I’ve been toying with the idea of going to Thailand for a couple of weeks after Taiwan, and the notion of a 10-day silent retreat is an increasingly attractive challenge.
Anyone who knows me is probably laughing at the idea of me being silent for 10 minutes, let alone 10 days, and I know my mother is thinking of my father’s historical fascination (and inevitable failures) with meditation and zen. I am kind of scared at how on earth I could survive for 10 days without talking, reading, WRITING?! But I feel that it would make me such a stronger person if I could accomplish this. It might even go some way to learning how to fake that whole soul thing…
Anyway, that is my thought for today. Thailand wouldn’t be till June, so there’s some time for me to mull it over. Oh yes, and this idea coincides hilariously with my rediscovery of coffee. I know I will crash and burn soon, but I am always THRILLED with the first 12 hours of my first coffee after an extended break. Ah well, it won’t last!