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In between the hectic and stressful schedule of my life as a freelancer, a graphics design student and amateur/obsessed researcher of Komitas, I made the right choice and decided to re-start going to zazen sessions at the local Dojo!! Ta-taaaaa!
My fascination with Zen had started following a course on Non-Western art I took during my art education. I figured I loved reading about the approach of the zen monks to practicing their traditional arts more than reading about the art itself. As a result, I later took another honours course this time on the following book, which many of you probably have read:

It was an amazing course prepared and taught by Lee Adnepos (a wonderful professor; I still remember his calm voice. I used to leave his classroom more inspired and curious than before after each lesson) and I still count myself extremely lucky for having taken it. The whole semester we dissected Pirsig's book, word by word, researched on themes within, and ended up reading several other books next to his. And then, as a part of the field research, he took the entire class to a Zen temple in Rochester and there I had my first zazen experience. After the first introduction at the temple, I knew I wanted to make it a part of my life.
After we moved to Antwerp, I realized I wanted to continue and Bas and I started going to the zendojo Ho Sen. We enjoyed it immensely, and we saw the benefits of these frequent zazen sessions in our daily life. Nonetheless life happened and we stopped going following some medical problems. Since then neither Bas nor I had practised zazen although we tried Samu at every chance we could and Bas's interest in koans and other readings never diminished.
Today I went there again after several years of absence. And boy! I had a blast! Once I was there I knew I had made the right decision. To start with, I  had a very warm welcome from other members, I then met the new ones, had two zazen sessions and I knew I would try and do my best to go there regularly.
Do not get me wrong, it is not all enlightenment right after the first moment, and nothings is sugar coated, no no-not at all. On the contrary it is a lot of work and can be tiring at first, even sitting still or finding the right way to sit can be a painful experience for some. The benefits come slowly and way later. I believe zazen helps me stay calm, helps me control my ups and downs a bit and makes me more observant.
Today our teacher gave a wonderful example of a landscape, which I think can also be applied to many aspects in life. This is what I understood of it: during meditation, everything we perceive (smells, sounds, even physical discomfort of sitting still, or even the thoughts and memories) are like different parts of a landscape; some more pleasant and some less than the others. Concentrating on a single discomfort is like concentrating on a single piece of garbage within the landscape and missing on all the rest. Instead, we should be aware of the whole picture without giving priority to a single one.
Of course this was just one of the many things he told and after all this is my interpretation of what I heard. You might do zazen and have a totally different experience. It is worth trying, for everyone, I believe, regardless of your path, your faith (I am for instance an atheist), your age, your condition etc.

Here below you can find the information about the Ho Sen Dojo I attend. Feel free to check their website(in Dutch) and try it for yourself maybe? :)


Das Politbüro said…
Dag lieve Punklady Sevi, Wat is er aan de hand? Zonder boe of ba ben je verdwenen uit de lijst van mijn blogfans. Op een verkeerde knop geduwd of je aan iets of iemand gestoord? Laat het mij weten.
Liefs, Nadja
Das Politbüro said…

Dank je wel Sevi,
een dikke “oef”, je hebt mij gerustgesteld!
Veel liefs, nog veel blog-successen,

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