Tuesday, June 5, 2012
Last meeting I noticed we were back to the original venerable. Apparently there is a rotation, a certain venerable reincarnation, back from wherever they go. I’d also noticed that the half-lotus had become my position of choice. This was the preference for serious meditators, and backed by the Buddha himself. Why shouldn’t I follow suit? As we began the guided meditation my cell phone went off. Luckily it was on vibrate, but even the soundless buzz, was like a gun had gone off. I groaned inwardly and quickly, soundlessly, shoved it under my meditation chair hoping the thick cushion would silence any future noise. Sadly I was mistaken, as another call came through. The muffled buzz now had the qualities of an alarm clock instead of a gun, but the damage was done. Red faced, I sat silently waiting or the session to finish with no hope of trying to reenter the meditative state. ” No more phones in the future,” I silently recited instead of the mantra. Hopefully there would be a next time, assuming the group hadn’t decided to ban me from future events.