I have been silent for a while because I did not have anything to say. I don’t have that much to say now, but writing is supposed to help a person sort out shit or something. So I am writing.
First, I abandoned meditation. All my interests are short lived so it should not come as a surprise to anyone. I also stopped learning about Buddhism. Perhaps because it takes way too much effort for me to “play nice” all the time and not say what immediately comes to mind. Internally (and sometimes externally) I am somewhat intense and the calm, go with the flow Buddhism approach is a lot of work. Too much right now. Besides, I had gotten distracted by binge watching Netflix and bookbinding…again. Creating illuminated texts…again.
After a few weeks of this, I began to feel restless and I could feel boredom beginning to creep in. Emptiness soon arrived, followed by depression. By this point, I felt compelled to do something different. I felt as though I had to fight against these feelings. To get rid of them somehow. So I went outside, began observing nature (again) and recording it in my nature journal. I spend several days working on my flower bed, planting herbs, plucking weeds…anything to be outside in nature. When I would come back into the cabin, I would sit in silence staring at the walls. I suppose one could say this all occurred because I gave up those wonderfully inspiring Buddhist teachings that were attempting to show me a better way to live. So I could be happy for the rest of my days and I threw it all out the window when I stopped listening.
Old ways of being are really hard to change. I must like being miserable…of being in chains…of being bored, never sticking to an interest long-term and feeling empty. Otherwise, why would I keep returning to it? It reminds me of the Norse myth concept of the Norns (spinners of fate) and the great world tree, Yggdrasil. At the root of Yggdrasil is the well of Urd (past/memory) from where the tree gets its water. The waters of the past/memory are absorbed by Yggdrasil (symbolizing the present) and then fall from its leaves as dew (symbolizing a debt owed to the past) back down into the well. This same idea can be seen in the meaning of the names of the three Norns who are considered to be the spinners of fate: Urd “past”, Verdandi “present” and Skuld, often translated as “future” but some suggest that “necessity/intention” or “debt owed” is more accurate.
Whether we realize it, the past has made us what we are today. Whether we believe by an outside entity or by ourselves does not matter. In my current state of boredom, emptiness and depression, I must ask myself what I willing to do…what debt am I willing to pay to the past so that I can be more balanced in the present? Because up until now, all I have been doing is returning over and over again to the well of the past without ever really paying the debt that is owed.