I come from a long line of hoarders. Not as bad as the guys from “Buried Alive” – I mean, that’s reality TV – but definitely somewhat like Nikolai Gogol’s infamous obsessive collector Plyushkin from “Dead Souls”. My gradmother hardly ever threw away anythin, but she was OCD tidy too, so all those kitchy souvenirs – Venetian boats in red and black carrying plastic little couples across the shrine in her living room, the ballerinas performing pirouettes in their music boxes and what not – polished and arranged neatly, did look rather nice. My father’s late sister had managed to cram into her tiny one room apartment what normal people couldn’t squeeze into a family house; couple of years ago we needed to get something from that black hole of her closet ; some note she “clearly remembered “ she had tucked into one of her handbags – black one. She had 14 almost identical envelope handbags in black and all were packed with various notes and papers, among them – a guarantee for a boiler expiring 1986 (!), valid at the territory of “autonomous region of Kosovo”… The boiler itself went down with her old house when the motorway was laid where she used to live; Kosovo had become an independent country meanwhile and the situation I am describing is happening somewhere in 2006… I wish you could see the utter shock all over her face when I suggested we could “dispose” the guarantee since, you know… NO WAY! She might need it! You never know! Sure, if we come into possession of a time-machine, she maybe would, indeed you never know!
So you get an idea about what runs in my family. In addition to that, both my parents are manic shoppers. I believe i am one of the very few people who actually sees the good side of the global economic crises – at least their residence at this time is pervious and not narrowed down to few hardly visible lanes leading among the clutter from the kitchen to the bathroom and further to the bedrooms.
My father, among else, keeps his fancy tennis gear and clothes which he was proudly showing off in various diplomatic clubs while working on his backhand… in mid seventies.
My mother only recently parted with a huge collection of fashion magazines from 80ies with advices ranging from maintenance of really big hair to how to knit your own pair of leg warmers and attach shoulder pads properly.
Both are avid travelers too – when they travelled to China ( i swear it’s not an exaggeration) dozen of boxes were sent to the customs and it took a track to deliver the ‘souvenirs’ they acquired.
Both are highly manipulative too – so when you discretely suggest that some of it eventually could be let go – they’d yell out (both in tears) WE CHERISHED IT ALL FOR YOU!!! Certainly, such caring attitude is quite endearing – but what exactly I am supposed to do with the inherited 14 pairs of worn out male shoes size 42?
Bad, bad Feng Shui!
That being said – as of recently I feel renewed urge to meddle with Chinese Philosophy. For the record I absolutely don’t intend to take it to an academic level. I am quite obsessive by default and I do need to set limits from the start. I did a year of postgrad Chinese studies at Beijing’s ‘Language and Culture University’, i was thought some I Ching by only two people I met who could make some sense of it, i am studying back and forth a dvd course ‘Great Minds of the Eastern Intellectual Tradition’ taught by a guy with Ph.D from Yale and i’ve been reading avidly last couple of decades – i absolutely have no intention of taking it any further than that.
I know Daosim meawhile became an organized religion, but I am not going there for the life of me, I really had enough of anything institutionalized and formalized. And, kill me, but especially when it comes to Dao, to me it does feel wrong.
On the other side, I do know that only 1/10th is in the books while the rest you get from a teacher. How do I go about that, given that there aren’t any Daoist masters where I am and given that I am long ago over globe-trotting in search of an enlightened Guru?
The answer is one word: Google. So, it turns out Daoist practice is something called Zazen, whatever that is. Before I commence another round of googling, I pray it doesn’t turn out to be anything like Tai Ji Chuan. Don’t get me wrong – I love Tai Ji and I could discipline myself back in China to get up at 6am to practice with a respectable teacher beside a fairytalish traditional Chinese pond. I am too lazy for that now and also, you guessed rightly, no ponds and no credible Tai Ji teachers around.
To my utter relieve it turns out Zazen is a Chinese version of Vipassana – presumably historical Buddha’s own technique for enlightment.
Now if you happen to be a PhD in Chinese Philosophy or an ordained Daoist priest or something – and the above sentence sends chills down your spine as blasphemous or overly simplified – it’s your problem; this is my personal discourse and I am sticking to it.
Back to Sitting in Oblivion – that’s how charmingly the practice is called in English.
Vipassana I had learned long ago, from teachers with impressive lineage in a respectable Buddhist tradition – that of Burmese Ji Goenka – during ten days long retreat under vow of silence and strict adherence to the Eightfold Path. Good it is so because I doubt I’d undertake anything like that nowadays – that was back in the day when I was still trotting the globe in search of a guru.
So, i added that to my usual morning religious practice– upon waking up i first devotedly drink a cup of coffee, sip by sip, and then i sit (in oblivion) for some half an hour.
I must tell you it does wonders.
Sitting in Oblivion and decluterring
04 Wednesday Jul 2012
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I saw there are some Vipassana retreats even over here in Sweden and if I get the opportunity I will try to go to one.
I have hoarding tendencies myself and recently de-cluttered my wardrobe and found no less then 20+ cardigans among other things. Then yesterday I went to town for a little shopping spree – and came home with a new cardigan… hmm.
Jema, those retreats are awesome!!! Imagine 10 days with no tv, no evening news, no modern day everyday-day BS we have to put up with (even if we don’t want to); it’s free albeit donations are welcomed and you get amazing vegan food in addition! It’s one of the very few movements where i didn’t stumble upon hidden agendas, folks are cool and everyone you meet are veteran practitioners who volunteer their time for the newbies. You meditate at least 3h a day (i did more 😉 and you don’t talk to anyone – except to the teachers if you have to; it’s one of the best spiritual experiences i had in my 20+ years long ‘career’ in the field 😉
Lena –
This is just hysterical! Yes, I am a “collector” too. Very hard to part with things. And I most assuredly devotedly drink a cup of coffee, sip by sip, in the morning! 🙂
Blessings,
Bonnie.
Hehe, my karmic sister! ❤ Glad you like it, dear! xxxx
with a friend we have a theory: that us natives of countries with shaky economics tend to be hoarders, because you REALLY DON`t know when the next crisis will hit.
He confirmed this theory with anecdotal evidence, an English old lady he rented a room from, who used to dispose of as little as possible, given her post-war economically precarious upbringing.
Thank you for commenting, Roskis! I believe the same, i think my parents are still somehow catching up with the severe lack in which everyone lived after WWII…
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Whoops, something went wrong, I meant to say I read what you wrote Lena,as well as the comments & it all made me smile… then put the smiley face. There is a guy up the road who has everything in his yard stacked up high and waving in the breeze, he has buit two more large sheds because he can’t get into the other shed he first built because of all that stuff that WILL come in handy one day is stored in them. And it is all useful useable stuff, fence wire, pieces of fence, gates. wire, assorted fence accessories… he really does like fences & will talk to you for ages about building & maintaining them too. Amongst it all wander: chooks, geese ducks & he is always at war with the local council who act on neighbours complaints, because apparently they don’t like his collection, or are scared of it (or are scared of what lives amongst it probably 🙂
Thank you, Jim! I loved the smiley – very ZAZEN comment! 😉 Oyyy, re. that guy – is there a law against that? Next house to me is a hoarder like that, and he had caused fire with all the cr*p he kept, so they made him clean it (he moved out too, luckily!!! )
2 clients of mine are pathological hoarders and I am wondering, if I should forward these words to them…..
Oy, dear, it is tough! My folks let go – but it took them 20+ years… I don’t know which is better – some people would get, if not buried – living in a totally unhealthy place, but then if the change is forced it’s really traumatic… Meh. Meditation certainly helps, i mean – nothing else can, especially Buddhist one as it’s aimed to letting go attachments…
Oy, dear, it is tough! My folks let go – but it took them 20+ years… I don’t know which is better – some people would get, if not buried – living in a totally unhealthy place, but then if the change is forced it’s really traumatic… Meh. Meditation certainly helps, i mean – nothing else can, especially Buddhist one as it’s aimed to letting go attachments…
p.s. i am following your blog via emai, but adding you here too so that i’ll get your new posts in the reader – just discovered it recently and love it!
Yaaay!!
What a great way to stay in touch! 🙂
I do not know what I do on your blog, but every time I try to put my website in (blogger!) it totally wipes my comments *sigh*
And now I can’t remember what witticism I was about to provide you with re my own cluttering issues. But it was a GEM *laughs*
Oh yes, I do remember that I said that you could undertake Zazen study on the Wii Fit. You can actually sit on the Wii Fit board and watch a candle flame. You get points for keeping your behind still and not changing your posture.
I used to meditate in the morning. I did feel better for it, but am very much suffering ‘monkey mind’ these days!
Aghh, i am sorry for that technical confusion! 😦 I love the idea of Wii Fit Zazen lol! But truth to be told – anything can be turned to a meditation, my favorite being driving; i think it’s one of the best exercises for mindfulness!