One Year in Silence
I was almost 30 years old when I arrived in Myanmar (Burma) and prepared to have my head shaved at a monastery in Yangon. I sat down on a wooden chair in the middle of the monastery courtyard that gave way to a full view of curled barbed wire lining the walls of the premises and the armed guards at the gate.
This gave me an alarming sense of comfort. No one could come in, nor could I get out. Perhaps I should have been terrified. But instead, it was like a blanket keeping me warm. This was the place I was meant to be.
An old nun then grabbed a rusty single-blade razor and a cold bucket of water. I frantically prayed to Jesus that he wouldn’t strike me down with lightning. Surely, becoming ordained as a Buddhist nun would be considered a major sin according to the Bible I had been strictly raised on.
Oh shit, what was I getting myself into?
The good news is that shaving my head was one of the easiest parts of the ordination process. Living in silence for one year and barely eating would be an entirely different story. I vowed to eat only two meals a day, wake up at 3:30 AM every morning, sleep four hours a night, forego reading and writing in one hundred degree weather, and we never knew if the government would decide to turn the electricity on or off that day. All of these factors combined made for a much different story, indeed.
With no friends, phones, margaritas, the internet, or sex... SILENCE was my last hope to regain the life in me that had been lost. I prayed this would be my salvation and wasn’t going to leave until it was.
I’d been to almost forty countries already. I’d met so many people—some dangerous, some masters of kindness. I’d made lifelong friends and also lost some along the way, so unexpectedly and unfairly to both them and the world.
I’d been immersed in extreme chaos. I’d loved being immersed in chaos. But then, I’d grown tired. It was time for the next sacred step, the shaving away of the bad and the dressing up in the new.
Despite the rather extreme nature of the stoicism I was entering into, I knew this was the only option to help me find my balance.
Yangon, the capital city of Myanmar, is a city that glitters in gold on the outside but...
...The inside is far from luxurious. The contrasting city mirrored the shiny gold facade of the empty life I had been living that thoroughly betrayed my isolated heart.
But that isolation was the golden ticket to restore the life in me that had been lost. My spirituality, my purpose, and the vision of what I wanted my life to be were nowhere to be found.
The normal, everyday people I have met around the world and the ever-changing environments challenged my world views, perspectives, and beliefs. Sometimes everything I had known in my entire life to be true was flipped upside down and crushed.
How can one small person wandering around a very big world find that reason to live again, or that energy to wake up excited to get out of bed, inspired to contribute to the world every day?
It’s not easy. But it's possible.
So I invite you to continue Our Masterquest that is filled with forgotten adventures and unexpected glories too.
You have a past filled with ordinary and extraordinary transformations that give us strength for the future if we join together to listen.