16. Vipassana. Takeaway

by HelluvaGirl

Disclaimer: This is a personal experience of a novice in Vipassana, presented as a series of insights, not an attempt to render advice or explain the technique in full extent, and should not be taken as guidance or a comprehensive course report. 


The next morning everyone is cleaning up before departing. There’s a number of volunteers who stay to remove the covers of the meditation mats, fold the ropes parting male and female territories, clean up and load the stuff to be stored away in designated cars. I broom the floor in our cottage and help out here and there.

When I see him, we smile. There’s a spark in his eyes, the one you see when certain boundaries of being strangers have been crossed and you are on a terrain of mutual attraction of sorts.

After we take care of everything and listen to the Teacher’s farewell speech, he stands in front of me and says:

Don’t disappear; find me on Facebook.

I don’t have Facebook. But I guess I can take your phone number. What’s your full name?

When he tells me his surname, I raise my eyes and ask:

Seriously? That’s your real name?


His eyes are blue.


And then I drive to see my daughter. Back to the real life where I know I will meditate. I hope I am wilful enough to meditate twice a day as is the recommendation if one wants to sustain the skill and to progress.

As I drive – God, I’ve missed driving… – I think about my family. My father. I am confident enough to accept our history. To forgive him.

Would you still be as forgiving if you went to see him and found your history rewind? 

I meet my daughter in bright sunshine of late May. So exciting for both of us to finally reunite – is it the longest that we haven’t been together, ever?

We pack our stuff and go to my little hometown up North. It’s Grandpa’s birthday.