Running Towards Death

<p>I just returned from my first ten-day silent meditation retreat, at Southern California Vipassana Center. The site is located in Twentynine Palms, an hour north of Palm Springs, just past Joshua Tree. It&rsquo;s safe to say that it was the strangest experience of my life. Many of you asked me to tell you how it went, so I figured it best to put my thoughts in writing while they&rsquo;re fresh.</p> <p>First off, &ldquo;silent&rdquo; means what you think it means. You aren&rsquo;t allowed to talk until the morning of the last day. Any form of communication with fellow meditators is prohibited. No gestures, written notes, sign language, etc.</p> <p>This makes for some practical difficulties. Many of the students share a room, but I lucked out and got my own. I did have to share a bathroom though, located between my room and my poopmate&rsquo;s. We couldn&rsquo;t knock, so we signalled our occupancy using the connected light switches in each of our rooms. When both switches are off, they glow red to show the bathroom is available. Clever.</p> <p><a href="https://medium.com/@colortheory/running-towards-death-66caee720a93"><strong>Click Here</strong></a></p>
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