became cannibalistic.” Strong cell reception allows me to momentarily plug back in to my community. Wireless internet is included as part of our lodging – though apart from my one Facebook post and a few internet searches for local points of interest, my husband and I both embrace the opportunity to disconnect from technology. Both of us brought laptops; mine didn’t leave its bag once. He opens his only once to upload and show me photographs from his morning hike. It’s the best of both worlds – global connection through technology with local connection to nature.
We spend a day getting intimate with the property, setting out in the morning on a meditative walk toward the entrance gates of the retreat center. Just outside the gates, a common snapping turtle lurks on the margin between ditch and county road, his twelve-inch upper shell caked with mud, some of it still wet. The trees that line the driveway, planted nearly thirty years ago, have reached a healthy adolescence, forming a canopy over our heads as we walk back toward the pond. There, lotus stalks ascend along the banks, leaves withering slowly toward winter, signature brown seed pods rattling with the shuffling of herons, ducks, and bullfrogs. Reflections from the water flicker through holes chewed by insects in the crepe-like flowers of the remaining Rose mallows, Missouri’s native hibiscus that typically grows in wet soils along ponds, sloughs, and wet woods. We catch a muffled scent of honeysuckle blooms near the dock.
As we turn a corner, we spot Michael McClure, Ananda Kanan’s site manager and artist-in-residence. We had met him the night before, when he greeted us personally upon our arrival and gave us a guided tour of the property. Now he stands ahead of us on the path, easel set up in front of him as he dips his brush into his acrylics. I have the sense thatcMcClure has a painting practice, a kind of artistic meditation. Later, when he gives us
a tour of his gallery, I ask him if this is true. “I paint every day. Everything else can wait. Painting is the most important thing.” We learn than McClure has been involved with the retreat center since its inception and that he has practiced Ananda Marga yoga and meditation daily for over forty years. Ananda Marga teaches a system of practical spiritual disciplines for physical, mental, and spiritual development. Though I have learned only a small bit about Ananda Marga, it is clear to me that McClure embodies this teaching in both his art and his service to the land.
We’ve been invited to share lunch with McClure and Ananda Kanan’s resident monk, Dada KB. We meet in the central courtyard, setting up our culinary offerings in the outdoor café under one brightly colored umbrella and seating ourselves under another. Behind the tables, a few remaining trumpet flowers peer down from the vines that twine up the posts of the dining hall porch. In the flower garden surrounding the courtyard, mint, sage, and oregano offer a faint olfactory tribute to our shared meal. In honor of our commitment to grow more of our own food, my husband and I brought with us a two-pound sweet potato, some bell peppers, and onions from our garden. We combine these with a few other vegetables, coconut milk, and Thai curry paste to share a sweet potato curry with our hosts. They bring dishes prepared with produce from Ananda Kanan’s organic garden. McClure brings a salad and apple pie. Dada KB brings brown rice with lentils and a cabbage vegetable stir-fry. Everything is delicious. Even Kalu, one of the resident cats, is enticed by the smell. After a few thwarted attempts to jump on the table, he settles down on the ground for a few scratches behind the ear. McClure tells us about the Ozarks - its history, settlement, economic concerns, and geological features. Dada KB shares stories of his travels to Japan, Singapore, and India. They both share their vision for the future of Ananda Kanan.
This is the kind of luxury we have been craving – not the spa and resort kind of luxury, but the luxury of healthy food on the table, inspiration from the natural world, good company, and time. The luxury continues into the night as we set up a telescope outside our cabin, watching meteors shoot across the sky, our snuggled bodies a mirror of the spiraling arms of the Milky Way that are so impossible to see in our own back yard. It continues the next day as we wade into Blue Spring in the Jacks Fork River in the Ozark National Scenic River way. It continues as we stand beneath the falls that spring from the middle of a small bluff wall in the Mark Twain National Forest Falling Spring Picnic Area. It continues as we sleep with our cabin windows open for the rest of the trip, eye mask and ear plugs forgotten in our suitcase.
When it is time for us to leave Ananda Kanan, I consider Deepak Chopra’s words about how to use meditation to free the mind. “In India, the most common metaphor for the mind is the wild elephant, and in Buddhism, the mind is compared to a monkey peering out through the five senses. Monkeys are notoriously impulsive, liable to do anything without notice. To cope with the frustrating antics of the monkey mind, the vast majority of people try to tame it – but that method never works. The mind only becomes wilder when we try to control and confine it. The solution is counterintuitive: to experience peace and calm, we have to free the mind. When it is free, it settles down and becomes a channel for peace. In freedom, our thoughts and impulses flow in harmony with what is right and best for each of us.”
I’m struck by the animal metaphors. The mind is an elephant, a monkey. I am a falcon. When I return to the city, I will again wear the “hood” of my eye mask and ear plugs at night. We will keep the windows closed. It is what we must do to stay focused in a cityscape full of empty sensory calories. It is what we must do to access the energy we need to continue cultivating our literal and metaphoric gardens of bliss. And if my falcon mind runs wild along the way, it’s reassuring to know Ananda Kanan is out there, the garden gates and windows open, waiting for me to rip off my mask.
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With easy access to groceries and restaurants in nearby Willow Springs and West Plains, unlimited opportunities to experience the beauty of the Ozarks, and personalized attention from retreat staff, Ananda Kanan Ozark Retreat Center is custom-made for travelers and groups who seek an affordable, quiet retreat from the hurried pace of city life without sacrificing modern comforts. Learn more about Ananda Kanan Ozark Retreat Center at http://www.ozarkretreatcenter.com
Learn more about Michael McClure at http://www.michaelmcclure.com/about.html
Learn more about the Ananda Marga organization at http://www.anandamarga.org/
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Kara Gall, MA
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