A Place of Serenity
It’s Wednesday, which means the local Buddhist temple is having it’s weekly meditation class this evening. I’m planning on going for the second time, as I need to take the time to really refocus. It so easy to be relaxed and happy in that place.
I made this observation to a friend of mine last night, which sparked off a discussion about just why this was. There were a few different hypothesis offered up, but then I realized the real reason: it’s my attitude towards it. I expect it to be a place of happiness and tranquility, and so it is.
Have I wandered into ‘dangerous’ territory here? Am I risking the rational, atheist part of me by saying something like this? I don’t think so, not at all. While it can sound like I have forsaken the ideals of an objective reality by claiming that my mere thoughts have created this peace, I think the truth is a little more nuanced.
The temple is just a place. There is nothing inherently special about it. It’s a building that people gather together in. It’s no different in this respect than any other building. If the group of people included fundamentalist Christians and gay rights activists, I highly doubt it would be a place of peace at all. But that’s not what happens. It’s a gathering of people whose goal is to create that personal peace and understanding – of practicing mindfulness.
That alone isn’t enough. If I were to go to this place looking for a fight (perhaps an argument about whether or not reincarnation actually happens or not), I would not find it to be a place of peace. I would find it a place of strife. When presented this way, I don’t see anything particularly controversial. It’s certainly not an idea that depends on a belief in subjective reality.
Perhaps I should begin to look at my apartment in the same way… After all, that is what ‘mindfulness’ is all about, isn’t it?

