Zen and illness (or going on a bear hunt…)

How many of you know the children’s song ‘Going on a Bear Hunt’?  When I was young, we sung this around Scout campfires and the lyrics began as follows:

We’re goin’ on a bear hunt 
We’re going to catch a big one, 
I’m not scared
What a beautiful day!
 
Uh-uh! 
Grass! 
Long wavy grass. 
We can’t go over it. 
We can’t go under it. 
Oh no! 
We’ve got to go through it! 

After that would be a series of obstacles including a river, mud, a dark forest and a cave.  All are approached with the same refrain:

We can’t go over it. 
We can’t go under it. 
We’ve got to go through it! 

A bear trying its best to look like a metaphor


So, what has this to do with practicing Zen with illness you might ask!  Well, in my experience, when faced with the symptoms of illness, and many other obstacles in life, our first thought is how can we get around this without having to face it.  Can we change it or avoid it in some other way?  While it is true that some situations can be changed, often the answer is the same as for the bear hunters – no, you have to go through it.

Suffering occurs because we wish our experience to be different than it is.  This is the source of craving spoken about in the second noble truth1.  We do not want this job, but that one.  Our currently relationship is not making us happy but a new one would.  This party is boring, I want to be doing something else.  We push away unpleasant experiences and cling to those which delight our sense consciousnesses.  This is familiar to most of us as Buddhism101.

The same understanding is beautifully expressed in the Xin Xin Ming (Verses on Faith Mind) attributed to Jianzhi Seng’can, the third Zen patriarch2:

The Great Way is not difficult
for those who have no preferences.
When love and hate are both absent
everything becomes clear and undisguised.
Make the smallest distinction, however,
and heaven and earth are set infinitely apart.

(translation by Richard B Clarke)


From personal experience, I can confirm that chronic illness is utterly horrible. Often you do not know what you will wake up with in terms of energy and symptoms can come and go in an unpredictable way.  Wanting to be anywhere else other than a body that is sick and in pain is not an unnatural desire to have, but our craving for something different produces suffering as heaven and earth are set apart.

The Buddha teaching his monks a Pali version of ‘Going on a Bear Hunt’. Probably.


There is a reason that the Buddha’s teachings have survived for over two millennia and continue to be relevant, and that is because they work.  Sitting with our experiences of pain, uncertainty and fear (or laying down with it if you cannot sit), we become more intimate with all of it.  This is not always pleasant but rather than having something solid meet something solid, there is instead a softening in the friction between ideas of pain and emotions and the actual experience of them. Heaven and earth start to move back together.  If we are listening with our whole body to what is going on, it is much harder to project our expectations onto them. 

Does that softening always happen?  No, and some days will be easier than others, but it is a practice that gets easier with time as we learn to dance with our illness as two parts of a whole rather than sworn enemies. Some days we might even see glimpses of a deeper wholeness that is dancing with us and within us. The entire universe is along for the bear hunt, through rivers, caves, pain, anger and everything that arises.

As well as straight sitting, sending metta to yourself, the pain, your body and the whole situation can also soften our resistance.  The Tibetan practice of tonglen has also been found to be helpful for many people with long-term illness.  I can often be found doing this when waking with pain sometime in the small hours, breathing in pain and breathing out joy, peace, comfort and ease; all of us connected within a vast web of human experience (admittedly at other times I might tune into the BBC World Service or listen to some relaxing music).


There is a Zen kōan about Master Ma3 as he neared the end of his life (case 36, The Book of Serenity)    

Great Master Ma was unwell.  The temple superintendent asked him, “Teacher, how has your venerable health been in recent days?”
The Great Master said, “Sun Face Buddha, Moon Face Buddha.”

Sun Face Buddha is full of energy and lives for hundreds of years, Moon Face Buddha is shorter-lived and less vibrant. Sun Face Buddha, Moon Face Buddha basically means ‘good days, bad days’.

Regardless of who you are, no one gets to be Sun Face Buddha all of the time, just as no one gets to win the lottery more than once (okay, maybe twice) or never have a bad hair day.

Sun Face Buddha, Moon Face Buddha. This is life, just as it is. Don’t miss it.

1. “And this, monks, is the noble truth of the origination of stress: the craving that makes for further becoming… i.e. craving for sensual pleasure, craving for becoming, craving for non-becoming.”
Dhammacakkappavattana Sutta ‘Setting the Wheel of Dhamma in Motion’ (translation by Thannisaro Bhikkhu from the Access to Insight website)

2. The first six teachers in the Ch’an (Zen) lineage are known as the six patriarchs of Zen beginning with Bodhidharma who is said to have brought Ch’an to China.  Seng’can is the third of these, although some historians doubt whether he existed at all, which is actually pretty Zen.

3. Mazu Daoyi (709–788) was a Ch’an (Zen) abbot who founded a monastery near Nankang (present day Nanchang, capital of Jiangxi Province) and established the influential Hongzhou School.

May 4 – May life

Leave the door open for the unknown, the door into the dark. That’s where the most important things come from, where you yourself came from, and where you will go.

― Rebecca Solnit, A Field Guide to Getting Lost 


The eagle-eyed among you might have spotted there were no blog posts last week. I was both sick and preparing for helping to run a day long Zen retreat.

So, today’s offering is more of an update on various things than about any one subject, on the basis that we are one third of the way through what is, to all intents and purposes, a pretty unusual year.

1. Zen Retreat

Yesterday, my Zen community hosted an online day of Sesshin (retreat) consisting of Zazen (meditation), Kinhin (walking meditation), Oryoki (ritual eating), Samu (work periods) and ceremony, including ceremony for all those who have lost their lives to SARS CoV-2.  I led practice sessions on Zoom from 7am to 12pm which was lovely although tiring for someone with ME to get up that early.  Since I only fell asleep around 1am and woke just before 5am, my energy reserves were running low.  However, all went well, and the retreat continued after me for the remainder of the day.  I slept for the afternoon and then 8pm to 10am yesterday morning. Continue reading

April 23 – release

If you let go a little, you will have a little peace.
If you let go a lot, you will have a lot of peace.
If you let go completely, you will have complete peace
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— Ajahn Chah (1918-1992), Thai Buddhist monk and teacher

Let it go, let it go

— Queen Elsa of Arendelle, fictional monarch and snow witch


This past week or so I have been feeling a lot sicker. The reason for that is my usual chronic illness rather than anything coronavirus related.

My muscles are more painful, weaker and shake more.

Mostly, I get used to my illness but there are times when it can make life thoroughly miserable. This has been one of those times.

So, with the limitless supply of Zen wisdom at my fingertips, how do I cope with those times?

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April 13 – every day is a good day

In Japan there is a phrase Nichi nichi kore kōnichi which broadly translates as ‘every day is a good day’.  Klingons prefer Heghlu’meH QaQ jajvam (today is a good day to die) which probably needs a long run up and mouthful of phlegm to do it justice, as well as a decent dose of warrior spirit!

Mostly I prefer the first, but with the current situation as it is, you would be forgiven for any reflections you may be having on mortality.

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April 9 – illness in the time of illness

I have written here, and elsewhere, that the current pandemic has left my life relatively unaffected, being as it is that I have been confined to my house for around five years already.  This mostly remains true, at least externally.

.However, like many other people, I have been watching large amounts of news and reading articles and reports on the SARS CoV-2 crisis and its spread around the world, watching how each country is reacting and the effect that has on its own citizens, and trying to help others deal emotionally with what is going on.

As my pre-existing health condition worsens, I can feel myself having fewer emotional resources to deal with the extra information, and for the increase in online activity that seems to have understandably happened in response to it.

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April 4 – dinner with didgeridoos

Time present and time past
Are perhaps both contained in time future,
And time future is contained in time past.
If all time is eternally present
All time is unredeemable.

— T S Eliot, from Burnt Norton


So, one day my friend Jacqui found some didgeridoo players and invited them for dinner.

I should probably back up a little.

In 1995 I lived and worked In Zurich and my friend and colleague Claire shared a house with a fellow biologist, Dr Jacqui Shykoff, a native of Canada who had completed her PhD at the University of Basel and now worked at the Eidgenössische Technische Hochschule (ETH) Zürich (Swiss Federal Institute of Technology in Zurich) studying plant fungal diseases.

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February 24 – take your medicine!

Yunmen, teaching his community, said, “Medicine and disease cure each other. The whole earth is medicine. Where do you find yourself?”

The Blue Cliff Record (Hekiganroku), case 87

“’He’s taken my medicine, he’s taken my medicine, he’s taken my medicine!’ sang Roo happily, thinking it was a tremendous joke.”

— A A Milne, The House at Pooh Corner


When we get sick, at the most basic level we want to go to someone and be given something that will make us well.  This, essentially, is medicine. 

With many chronic illnesses we quickly learn that this kind of medicine does not exist and returning to health is not a simple matter of taking a tablet or popping a pill.  Rather it is more like a complete reappraisal of your life, finding the things that make you feel better, and pruning those which lead to a worsening of symptoms. 

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February 17 – mind mountains

The birds have vanished down the sky.
Now the last cloud drains away.
We sit together, the mountain and me,
until only the mountain remains.”

— Li Bai (701–762)

Going to the mountains
Is like going home


— John Muir (1838-1914)


Once I lived near mountains.  Coming-in to land at Zurich Airport, you could often see the tips of the Alps breaking through the clouds, in what feels like some kind of dream landscape.

At the end of Lake Zurich, the Alps are also there and walking to work in the morning, I crossed a bridge which gave me a view over the water onto the mountains behind.  Regardless of how many times I saw this, it was still stunning.

A couple of months before I became ill we had a work trip to climb mountains in the Bernese Oberland near Chur and I remember breathlessly trying to catch up with my 40 year old Swiss boss (I was 25 and pretty fit) as he strode ahead of me up a gully of snow.  By February of the next year (1996) I would struggle to walk to the bathroom and, in a well-worn metaphor, the stairs in my parent’s house would feel as hard to climb as those alpine slopes.

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February 10 – the joy of small things

Today I am a small blue thing
Like a marble or an eye.

— Suzanne Vega, Smell Blue Thing (Suzanne Vega, 1988)


How many people here have read Charlie and the Chocolate Factory by Roald Dahl?  I imagine most people have.  My kids loved Roald Dahl and I had read this book myself in childhood (although for some reason I could never get my head around James and the Giant Peach.  Huge pieces of fruit may be just a step too far.  Oompa Loompas, yes.  Gigantic nectarines, no thank you).

Anyway, the point about Charlie and the Chocolate factory is how it feels to be poor.  Charlie, you may recall, shares his bed with his grandpa because of the lack of space in his house.  Actually, it might be two grandpas.  Or two grandpas and a mouse.  I forget exactly.  But Charlie’s one luxury in life is his birthday bar of Willy Wonka chocolate. 

If Charlie had that chocolate every day it wouldn’t have meant so much to him.  But, as a once a year treat it was treasured.  It also meant he didn’t get fat and got gold stars from his dental hygienist. 

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February 7 – illness and narrative

Clowns to the left of me
Jokers to the right
Here I am stuck in the middle with you

– Stealers Wheel, Stuck in the Middle with You (Stealers Wheel, 1972)

The anthropologist Joseph Campbell observed a format that occurs in a great deal of world mythology, regardless of the region or culture that it belongs to.  In these stories, the protagonist of the tale has to undergo a quest or ordeal, such as a visit to the underworld, in order to develop the skills and personality to become the person they need to be.  Campbell uses the term The Hero’s Journey to collectively refer to these folk tales, which he describes at length in his best-selling book The Hero with a Thousand Faces.  This title is probably best known (together with Akira Kurosawa’s film The Hidden Fortress) for forming the basis of the first Star Wars film (which is less than helpfully entitled Episode IV, leaving the way clear for director George Lucas to create three terrible prequels and Jar Jar Binks) in 1977. 

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