Huffington Magazine Issue 87 | Page 30

Voices Even after calling Esalen and being placed on a waitlist because the retreat was full, I didn’t bat an eye. I saw a missed call from a Monterey area code the very next day and listened, with glee, to a voicemail saying that I was in. I always knew I was going. I am pretty certain I don’t believe in god and my relationship with spirituality is one I would characterize as celibate, but the magnetic force pulling me to Esalen is one I can only describe as calm and real. The Esalen Institute is a beautiful place tucked deep into the jagged cliffs off Highway One in Big Sur. The constant sound of waves crashing was the soundtrack to the five days I spent there. I had no phone, no music and no books. My meditation class met for two-hour blocks, three times a day. I napped outside in the breeze in the afternoons and ate meals alone, bundled in a puffy jacket and beanie, staring out at the grays, blues and shimmering shapes in the ocean. I soaked in the fragrant hot springs at night, floating weightless, naked, staring up at the blackest sky with the brightest stars. Our meditation teacher explained the mind’s tendency to SASHA BRONNER HUFFINGTON 02.09.14 wander and said that pulling it back is just like flexing a muscle. He encouraged us to focus and refocus on the in and out of our breathing, and sometimes I would keep count of my breaths just to stay awake. Other times I would drift into a trance that I could feel in my bones as both heavy and light — like I was being pushed into the ground from my sternum and lifted up at the same time — until he A month before going, I told an ex that I was most scared of my own intensity, and he told me that that was exactly why I should go.” rang a little bell and signaled our return to reality. I felt deeply isolated and also deeply happy. That’s not to say I didn’t struggle. In morning meditation, I fell asleep often and then would silently scold myself for not being better. In walking meditation, I cursed my teacher for moving too slowly. In sunset meditation, I started seeing bright, flashing neon shapes pulsating out of the sun and peered around at others