Not what I expected.

A friend of mine recently commented to me that his father had once told him “If you don’t like what’s going on, just wait a bit”.

Great advice.

That’s because, as we all know, things change. All things. Always.

Even when you have a handle on that intellectually, it seems more surprising and much more difficult to grasp when that change centers around the things that matter to us the most.

Take for example my most recent retreat. It took place the first two weeks of January. I was in a location that I loved and had been to many, many times before. A tiny little cabin located deep in the mountains of Colorado. Wood burning stove, outhouse, not a soul around. You get the picture.

The retreats that I had done there prior to this one ranged anywhere from one month to six weeks in length. This one was going to be “only” two weeks.

Piece of cake.

It didn’t take me very long to realize that the previous retreats had just been a warm up for this one.

After the joy and expansion of the holidays, my crazy brain went into overdrive. Without going into details, let’s just say that I impressed even myself with the places my imagination took me.

So, I did the only thing I knew how to do based on the last 15 years of practice. I sat, I breathed, I tried to create as much space as possible between my objective mind and my subjective thoughts, and I tried to watch them without attachment.

OK, so what’s the point?

This is how our minds work ALL THE TIME. It’s just that most of us rarely have the opportunity to create a situation and environment where we are focused solely on the vicissitudes of out thoughts. It’s a gift to get the time to do that.

It was a wrestling match for two weeks, but in the midst of all of the discomfort came a deep and rich insight. Like a little diamond. It was not a thought. It was a deep resonance. The kind that won’t ever leave you if you’re paying attention.

It lasted no more than 60 seconds.

And it happened because I was patient, and I waited.