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Shambhala Sun | May 2011
You'll find this article on page 27 of the magazine.

Have You Tried Meditation?

He may be at home in the kitchen but famed Zen chef EDWARD ESPE BROWN can’t handle the mall. And don’t even mention computers.

One day Suzuki Roshi said, "Life is basically impossible." Then he got up and left the zendo. The next day a student asked, "Suzuki Roshi, yesterday you said that life is basically impossible. What are we going to do?"

"You do it," he replied, "every day."

Forty years later, I still find this teaching reassuring. Yep, I say, that’s the universe I live in. Faced with my own incompetence and the critical judgment of others when assessing my performance, I take refuge in understanding there are limits to the power of meditation to fix all of life’s ills. Okay, fine, perhaps meditation solves all your problems, dissolves all your challenges, but I’m not there yet. And what a relief it is to recognize the basic impossibility, and stop being so hard on myself.

A while back I began having problems with my IBM ThinkPad, things like not starting when I turned it on.

Calvin, my computer guru—God isn’t dead, he’s a computer wizard—suggested I get a Mac.

“Edward, you seem like you might be a Mac kind of person,” he said.

“Oh, really? And what kind of person is that? The kind who doesn’t like computers and all the problems they have doing what one expects them to do?”

“No, Edward, you’re intuitive and creative. Why don’t you stop by the Mac store in Corte Madera and see what you think.”

“Right, Calvin, and when was the last time I was at the mall? It’s been years.”

“Okay, but if you have a chance, check it out.” With that, Calvin said a blessing—and my ThinkPad started thinking again.

Not really making plans to stop by the mall, lo and behold, a few days later I’m driving on the freeway northward from San Francisco, and decide I have time to make this excursion. I take the Corte Madera exit and head into the mall, having no idea where to find the Mac store.

I come to a kiosk with a map of the mall and an arrow that proclaims: “You are here.” As a Zen student I thought I already knew this: “Wherever you go, there you are.” Of course I’m here, where else would I be? Then I start thinking about the Tibetan master Urgyen Tulku, who said the secret pointing-out key teaching is: “You are you. You are here.”

I’m paraphrasing, but this is the gist of what he said. “You Americans like getting somewhere, you want to improve, and you want to have something to show for your efforts, but you don’t know where you are. ‘You are here.’ This is key. When you know where you are, then you will know where to go from there.” I study the map: straight ahead, turn right, and first store on the right. Okay, here goes.

The inner passageway has trees, flowers, and how nice, a bench outside the Mac store, where I pause for a bit, confused about what I’m doing here. The shoppers are dressed casual smart, they know who they are—shoppers—and what they are doing here—shopping. They walk with an easy confident grace, knowing they can make lofty assessments about what to buy—the world is theirs for the shopping. But what about me? Do I have enough money to spend? Am I a good American shopper, doing my part to keep the economy going? Do my clothes give me away? I feel like one of them is going to confront me: “Excuse me, Mr. Brown, but you obviously get your clothes from Ross Dress For Less. What are you doing are in our mall? We’re not sure you really belong here.”

The Mac store beckons with a window display full of pink fluff that reminds me of cotton candy—“iPod nanos now come in hot pink! Get yours today!” When I approach the window I can spot them amid the fluff, the size of credit cards: emerald green, metallic sky blue, purple-pink, candy-apple red… “Whatever for?” I ask myself, and step into the store.

On the left are computers on a counter—stand here and try them! I go right ahead. The computers are white plastic, iMacs I guess. What should I be trying to do? I’m not going to be able to get my email. See how the keys feel? They click a bit. I notice there’s a lot of energy in here. On the wall behind me is a giant flat-screen TV with a flurry of fireballs with explosive noises. Signs to let you know that you can now download your movies through your Apple computer. That’s nice, I muse, for people who watch movies.

I wander toward the back of the store. It’s crowded with people, largely under thirty, and the energy is buzzing. At the far back I can see the Apple “Genius Bar,” which I’ve heard about from my young friend Eli who works as an Apple Genius in the East Bay. You tell the genius your problem. Have him solve it.


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