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Wat Umong – Chiang Mai’s Forest Monastery

The tunnels underneath Wat Umong, the Forest Monestary
The tunnels underneath Wat Umong, the Forest Monestary

The Wat Umong meditation retreat story begins with a quest for two plain white tee shirts from the Chang Mai, Thailand, night market, as requested by the monk who took our RSVP.

Knowing that we would literally use them for one day then ditch them, we didn’t want to spend too much. Frustrations grew as we could not find solid white anywhere and the few shirts with small logos (as bootleg as they may be) were all way overpriced. After a few near-purchases that fell through due to greed on the seller’s part, we finally found a pair of Polo shirts with only a the little polo player logo over the left breast.

Naturally, upon arriving at the monastery the next morning at 7:30am, the monk told us that our shirts were no good because of the little logo, but no problem because he had ones we could use! Now you tell us!. Oh well. We got dressed, ate a small breakfast and dropped our bags off in our teeny rooms. My domicile had only four walls and an open ceiling, a thin sleeping pad on the floor, a pillow and barely enough room to walk. Carrie’s was even smaller having an elevated metal bed with the same thin sleeping pad and less room to walk around.

:: Let’s Get Meditating ::::::

Carrie's teeny room at Wat Umong, the Forest Monestary. The bed is literally rock hard with only a sleeping pad and pillow
Carrie’s teeny room at Wat Umong, the Forest Monestary. The bed is literally rock hard with only a sleeping pad and pillow

Our day began with an hour long intro to meditation by an older monk who seemed to have no patience for his job and didn’t let me ask a single question. The main idea behind the practice is to be consciously thinking of whatever you are doing and stating it to itself. First we learned walking meditation, which involves walking in a straight line thinking about every move. For each step there is “lifting, moving, placing.” Then, after a few meters, it’s time to turn around slowly saying “turning, turning, turning.”

If a noise interrupts the meditation, the brain should not focus on the noise itself but rather the fact that there is a noise by saying “noisy, noisy, noisy.” Similarly, if a thought pops into the mind it should become “thinking, thinking, thinking.” No attention should be paid to the thought itself, just to the concept that a thought is happening. Needless to say, I spent a lot of time saying “lifting, moving, thinking, thinking, thinking, noisy, thinking, noisy, placing, thinking, turning.”

Next, the monk taught us sitting meditation, which involves the practicer sitting cross legged with the back straight concentrating on breathing above all else. “Breathing in, breathing out, breathing in, thinking, thinking, noisy, thinking, thinking, sleepy, sleepy, bored, sleepy, thinking, breathing out.” That was a very typical mind flow for me during sitting meditation…at least when I managed to stay awake.

The Buddha statue in the group meditation room at Wat Umong, the Forest Monestary
The Buddha statue in the group meditation room at Wat Umong, the Forest Monestary

:: Monk Says, Go Meditate in Your Room! :::::

After our introduction, during which the monk confused me with tales of how meditation will change my life and make me calm and allow me to exist above my thoughts, we were told to go practice in our rooms. I had a pretty good time with the walking meditation, but as we had only gotten five hours of sleep the night before I didn’t last long while sitting. Also, my mind was filled with tons of questions that the monk did not have the time to answer, so “thinking” was a bit too common and I was worried that I wasn’t doing it right.

Carrie and I meditate at Wat Umong, the Forest Monestary
Carrie and I meditate at Wat Umong, the Forest Monestary

After nearly two hours in my room, we all met again for lunch: the last meal of the day. It seems monks don’t eat after noon. Anyway, I went back to the office to see if I could talk to someone about all these questions and wound up sitting down with Carrie and a different monk who had far more patience and a great outlook on the whole meditation process.

While meditation can, in fact, change my life, make me more calm and have all sorts of amazing benefits, it’s like riding a bike. You can’t just hop on and expect to race in the Tour de France. I was glad for this clarification, as lots of what Monk #1 said were things that I needed years of practice to attain…not things I should be fixating on during my first meditation session. It seems, however, that just sitting there trying hard to focus and spending most of the time saying “thinking” was, in fact, meditating.

Much of the rest of the day was spent either meditating in our rooms or in the communal hall, complete with a Buddha statue, mats and a place for candles and incense. We also found time to break a few of the core rules of the retreat: no talking, reading or writing. To be fair, Carrie held out much better than I could and were she solo probably could have made it through the whole day.

:: Trying Not to Break the Monk’s Rules ::::::

As for the reasoning behind the rules, we really began to understand it after breaking them. The whole idea behind meditation is to empty your mind and free it from external stimulants. Reading puts new thoughts in and writing makes you think about what you have already done. Talking is the most destructive of all, as Carrie and I found out after returning from a walk in which we discussed possible business ventures for the future. When I tried to sit back down and clear my mind, the conversation we had was so loud in my head that it even drowned out “thinking, thinking.”

Fortunately, Wat Umong is very laid back on the enforcement of the rules as well as the schedule. We came and went as we pleased, though we did adhere to the no eating after noon and in bed by 9pm policies. The next morning we woke at 5:30am, an hour and a half after the scheduled time, did a little more meditation and headed for the bus terminal to get to Laos before our Thailand visas expired.

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