No Pain, No… Pleasure?

I’m bored. It’s not that I don’t have stuff to do. I do. Write this blog post for one. I could also clean the house, make dinner, start my taxes. 🤮

But I don’t want to do any of that.

I find myself thinking instead about eating a box of Girl Scout cookies, maybe watching some superheroes kickass. I haven’t seen Thor: Love and Thunder yet. Or I could go somewhere, do something, anything.

Boredom is a kind of pain. It’s not the same as a compound fracture of the tibia, or a sudden and unexpected death in the family, or any number of pain’s more exotic forms, but I can tell it’s pain because I feel the urge to escape it.

According to doctor Anna Lembke, the medical director of Stanford Addiction Medicine and author of Dopamine Nation: Finding Balance in the Age of Indulgence, I’m not alone.

“We’re all running from pain,” she writes. “Some of us take pills. Some of us couch surf while binge-watching Netflix. Some of us read romance novels. We’ll do almost anything to distract ourselves from ourselves.” (Lembke, Dopamine Nation, p. 44)

The thing is, we all know that pleasurable distractions often leave us feeling worse. One reason, according to Lembke, is that when we indulge in activities that cause a large release of the neuromodulator dopamine–a hormone that acts as a sort of in index of the addictive potential of an activity or substance–self-regulating mechanisms in our bodies tip the scale back towards pain to return us to homeostasis, or balance.

What’s more, if we chronically return to the activity or substance to find our escape, our baseline balance shifts away from pleasure towards pain. In Lembke’s words, “With prolonged and repeated exposure to pleasurable stimuli, our capacity to tolerate pain decreases, and our threshold for experiencing pleasure increases.” (Lembke, Dopamine Nation, p. 66)

If we do a quick catalogue of our many forms of pleasurable escapes, this can all start sound like a grim cycle (I know 😬), but fortunately for us, this process also seems to work in reverse, and it may be possible to leverage it to our benefit.

Lembke calls this “pressing on the side of pain.” She writes, “With intermittent exposure to pain, our natural hedonic set point gets weighted to the side of pleasure, such that we become less vulnerable to pain and more able to feel pleasure over time.” (Lembke, Dopamine Nation, p. 145)

I think most of us know what this feels like. For me, this is a fair description of what happens when I incorporate things like vigorous workouts and challenging projects (writing) into my day to day. These activities certainly generate some pain in the moment, but they often leave me feeling better, and when I’m consistent with them, my baseline experience shifts so it’s easier to appreciate simple pleasures throughout the other parts of my day, like playing with my dog or taking a walk with a friend.

“So wait a minute,” you may be thinking, “exactly how much pain are we supposed to seek out?” And to the yogis in the crowd, I see you waving your hands. Yes, yes, I know. Your yoga teacher told you to avoid pain.

Like your yoga teacher, I’m not advocating that you practice or live in such a way that you damage your body or mind. Indeed, the austerities performed by self-flagellating monks or hindu ascetics who hold an arm aloft until the appendage withers into an immobile stick are denounced in the yogic tradition.

“Some invent harsh penances,” Krishna tells Arjuna in the Bhagavad Gita. “Motivated by hypocrisy and egotism, they torture their innocent bodies and me who dwells within. Blinded by their strength and passion they act and think like demons.” (Easwaran transl., The Bhagavad Gita, 17:4-6)

In yoga, the objective is not to generate pain or mortify the flesh but to investigate our habit patterns and work skillfully with the pain that arises as a byproduct of the transformative action of the practice.

This process is called tapas, which is often translated as austerity or self discipline but literally means “heat.”

You may have discovered this heat when trying to hold plank pose even when your limbs are shaking and your mind is screaming at you to stop (for the love of God!), or perhaps you’ve experienced it while remaining still in meditation despite an overwhelming compulsion to get up and go do something else. Even off the mat, you’ve maybe felt this fire when you walk into a crowded room of strangers and manage to strike up a conversation even though you really want to go home and hide under the covers, or when your kids push boundaries and you withstand the urge to blow your top.

Along with cleanliness, contentment, self-study, and surrender to the higher self, tapas is one of the five observances, or niyamas, that form the second limb of the eight-limbed vehicle of yoga outlined by Patanjali in The Yoga Sutras, and it can be thought of as a metaphorical, purifying fire. Tapas burns away those habits of body and mind that form impediments to the full and clear expression of thought and action in our lives, and it usually involves some discomfort if not outright pain.

In The Practice of the Yoga Sutra, Pandit Rajmani Tigunait writes explicitly of the relationship between tapas and pain. “Tapas is withstanding the pain caused by the pressure of the senses and our self-imposed resistance to that pressure. Until we reach the highest, there is a constant tug-of-war between the good and the pleasant, between our discrimination and our desires, between the forces of surrender and the forces of attachment. Cultivating the capacity to withstand this pain and adhering to our resolution is tapas.” (Tigunait, The Practice of the Yoga Sutra, p. 172)

Taken out of context, this might sound a little like your high school weight-lifting coach hollering at you to push through it, but the idea isn’t to get adversarial with your pain or use brute force to overcome it, nor is the idea to dismiss pain as mere noise.

When pain arises on or off the mat, the skillful response usually includes paying attention. This is automatic when you, say, touch a hot stove, but at other times the pain might feel easier to dismiss, like when you are working with a yoga pose or when you’re feeling depressed. Sometimes the best path is to forge ahead and endure the pain, but oftentimes we need to back off, modify, ask for help from a teacher, friend, or doctor. Sometimes we need to skip it all together if we can. Paying attention moment by moment is probably one of the best ways to discriminate between those moments when we should consider withstanding the pain in order to “adhere to our resolution” and those moments when we should let that shit go.

Learning to discriminate between the useful forms of pain and the other is a fickle art, but paying attention to pain as it arises moment by moment can also have the benefit of helping us shift our relationship to it from one of of reactivity to one of skillful response and observation.

Richard Freeman describes this action beautifully and, in the process, captures a reciprocal relationship between pain and simple pleasure that resembles the one described by Anna Lembke.

When people first experience tapas, there is often a sense of discomfort, a desire to squirm away from the situation because it is so authentic; it is as if the border of life is being eaten away by fire. But if we stick with the observational practice, if we do not run away when we reach the juncture where tapas first arises, then we can gain an incredible insight into the fact that all things do change. Not only do we understand this conceptually, but we can experience the impression of this principle of transformation within the body; we feel through our deepest physical sensations, right into the core of the body. When we perceive change in this way and then act with conscious awareness in the face of the present circumstances, we can release our samskaras (habits of thought and action) without rejecting them, but instead with an appreciation for their essence. In this way we learn to interact with whatever arises in a more integrated and complete way, whether it is an old pattern of thought or sensation, or a brand-new perception.

Richard Freeman, The Mirror of Yoga, p. 35

At this point, you might still be thinking, “Don’t we have enough pain? Shouldn’t we give ourselves a break?”

And I think the answer to that is, yes. There is no injunction here to turn yourself into a hero of willpower. Pain, especially when it isn’t chosen, often simply sucks, and attempting to always select the path of endurance is probably a recipe for generating mental rigidity, guilt, and self-loathing.

But when opportunities arise to disrupt our limiting habit patterns and move in new and more beneficial directions, perhaps it’s encouraging and not entirely delusional to consider that the attendant pain might be a byproduct of transformation. Moreover, the pain might even be a precursor to the deepening of a more durable and sane form of pleasure than the pleasure on offer from many of our culture’s too-powerful options for dopamine release, which we know from experience often expose us to more suffering down the road.

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Now that you’ve listened to me extol the virtues of pain, it might be a bad time to suggest one of my classes. 😳 I promise though that I work to provide manageable challenges that scale to various levels and that you’re always encouraged to take on only as much heat as you wish. So in that spirit, here’s where you can find my live classes (both virtual and in-person) and a link to my YouTube channel for recorded classes. Finally, if you want to get the blog by email to make sure you don’t miss any of the encouragement, tips, and techniques I try to pack in here, enter your email👇.

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The Doorway of Doubt

I had COVID last week.

It was my second time through, so I knew the drill.

I put on a mask, subbed out all my classes for the next five days, and isolated in the bedroom away from my wife and kids.

On day six, I felt great. I tested and was disappointed to see that the test was ever-so-faintly positive. I texted the studio where I was scheduled to teach the following day and told them the scenario.

Unfortunately no one could sub the class, so we decided that I would test again in the morning: if it came back negative, I’d teach; if not, we’d cancel class. I told them I’d let them know by 6:30.

The next morning I tested first thing. After 15 minutes, the test looked negative. I typed up a text to the studio to tell them I was good to go, but for some reason, I didn’t hit send.

Instead, I held the COVID test up to a different light, then another. I checked it under my phone’s flashlight. I guess I wanted some assurance that everything would be ok.

Within a couple minutes, I thought I saw a faint second line, but I could only see it under certain lights at specific angles. I couldn’t tell if my eyes were playing tricks.

I looked at the clock. It was 6:25. I had to make a call.

On the one hand, I told myself just to cancel the class and be on the safe side, but on the other, I didn’t totally trust my sometimes hyperactive conscience, and I didn’t want to be ruled by irrational fear. I wanted to show up for the students and the studio. I wanted to teach.

In The Yoga Sutras, Patanjali lists nine antaraya, or disturbances, to practice (YS 1:30). One of them is samsaya, or doubt. Of this disturbance, Richard Freeman writes:

“Doubt is not necessarily a bad thing in and of itself; it simply means that you see two sides to an argument, or that you see two different ways to do a practice. If you cannot decide between the two sides or two perspectives, you are left in a state of confusion and doubt and you may think that since you do not know what to do, you will do nothing at all.”

Richard Freeman, The Mirror of Yoga, p. 160

I was stuck.

So instead of making a decision, I tested again.

Fifteen minutes later, the second test looked negative, but the positive line on the first test was still sort of there–if I held it up to the right light at just the right angle, that is.

It was 6:40 now, and I was literally sweating.

I realized this paralysis was neurotic–the stakes were probably not even that high–but if anything, seeing that it was neurotic only made me feel more anxious. What I really wanted was a second opinion (or rather, for someone to tell me what to do), but my wife was still sleeping. I wasn’t about to wake her up.

Five minutes later. I went upstairs and and woke up my wife. Ever-patient, she rolled out of bed, rubbed her bleary eyes, and said, “Yes, I see what you see.”

“What should I do?” I asked. “I need to let them know.”

“What do you feel comfortable with?” she asked.

I didn’t know.

I went back downstairs and saw a text from the studio. “Any word yet?”

I texted back that I thought it best to cancel class, and that, finally, was the end of that.

Except it wasn’t exactly, because the whole rigamarole had left a residue.

As Freeman further writes, “Generally we cannot accept doubt within ourselves because doubt means to us a betrayal of blind faith and our ego’s involvement in our practice, rather than a manifestation of our innate intelligence.” (Freeman, p. 161)

That was it! How had I gotten so tripped up by this? I felt like I’d failed.

I took my dog for a walk, and as we meandered through the woods, I remembered something I’d once heard from Ram Dass.

“I was trained as a psychologist. I was in analysis for many years. I taught Freudian theory. I was a therapist. I took drugs for six years intensively. I have a guru. I have meditated since 1970 regularly. I have taught yoga. I have studied Sufism and many kinds of Buddhism. In all that time I have not gotten rid of one neurosis. Not one! The only thing that’s changed is: where previously they were these huge monsters of “No! Don’t take me over again! Aaagh!” That kind of stuff, sitting in the bathtub, cowering. Now they’re like these little shmoos, you know? “Oh, sexual perversity! There you are! I haven’t seen you in days! C’mon in and have some tea!”

Ram Dass, “Promises and Pitfalls of the Spiritual Path” (talk), 1988

And this was true in my case, too. While there was something laughable about my antics earlier that morning, I was able to see that even in this case, I’d been much less victimized by my mind than I might have in the years before I had my practice–not only in the intensity and duration of the neurotic paralysis but in the amount of self loathing and recrimination that came up in the aftermath of being unable to immediately manifest my “innate intelligence” and make a decision.

Moreover, I was able to remember that even though I’d been thoroughly caught in my mind, a lot of the time when states of doubt or anger or boredom or craving or dissatisfaction appear, my practice spontaneously arises, giving me the opportunity to drop the thinking component and nonreactively observe the uncomfortable feelings as patterns of sensation in the body until they play out.

In other words, negative thoughts and emotions are frequently now doorways to meditation.

“It’s far out,” Ram Dass says in the same talk. “When you begin to realize suffering is grace, you are so… you can’t believe it. You think you’re cheating!”

The tools I’ve developed through practice have obviously not insulated me (or my wife) from all of my silly antics, but they’ve made enough of a difference that I intend to keep going, and I feel called more than ever to share them with anyone who is interested in giving it a try.

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Practice Makes Practice

I wrote a draft of a post yesterday, but it seems to have disappeared. Perhaps that’s unsurprising, given that I’m suffering a little COVID-related brain fog. ☁️ In fact, it’s probably for the best.

So in lieu of trying to reconstruct my wayward thoughts here, I’m instead offering a 9-minute mindfulness meditation this week. In truth, I suspect this practice is probably more useful than even the most clear-eyed of my writings, so why not give it a try? You could do it, like, right now.

Congratulations! You can now check MEDITATE off your to-do list. ✊ You can even mention this accomplishment as you enumerate the many great things you’ve done today to everyone you meet.

But don’t forget that periods of formal meditation will have a pretty limited reach if we fail to bring the practice into the rest of our lives. So even if you didn’t do the meditation, you can, right now, maybe pause for just a moment to feel the sensations in your body, observe a few waves of your breath, and see if you can drop back into the spaciousness of your awareness, and then just keep dropping back…

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…again…

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…and again…

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…throughout the rest of your day. 😎

If you did use the audio, lemme know what you think in the comments below. If it’s useful, I’ll make some more.

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The Fruits of Practice

I bought a watermelon at Costco last week. It was one of those all-too-frequent moments when any preference I might have for buying local, in-season produce was utterly crushed by my preference to avoid fighting with the four-year old sitting in the shopping cart.

I don’t actually know where said watermelon was grown, but upon cutting it open, I was pleased to discover that it actually looked and tasted pretty good. That however did not change the fact that I was faced with the imposing task of trying to cut the whole thing up, and given that it’s winter in Chicagoland, I couldn’t simply chop it into wedges, put them into my children’s paws, and open the back door.

So I sliced away–surely mumbling to myself about all the other things I had yet to do–until suddenly I realized I was cutting the melon so close to the rind that half of the chunks would taste nasty and probably result in my kids passing over this unlikely winter gourd in favor of ransacking the pantry to pilfer its processed delights.

Ludicrous! Here I had this huge watermelon, which contained more watermelon than our family could possibly eat, yet I was so determined to extract every bit of fruit that I was including the unsavory bits.

Ludicrous maybe, but herein I recognized a pattern. Was this not yet another example of an often unconscious drive to extract as much out of every experience as possible, even to the detriment of my original intention?

Maybe this isn’t you, but I don’t think it’s just me. In fact, I want to argue that this is a hallmark of our culture. We’re encouraged to think of any failure to maximize our take of anything as a missed opportunity. If two is great, then three is surely better, and four would be better still. So it goes as we gobble up everything around us like Pac-Man, fleeing the ghosts of scarcity while trying claim every damn dot on the board for ourselves. Mine.

Peanut Butter from Costco (comes in a two-pack) vs. Peanut Butter for Mortals

But we are not Pac-Man. There is a point at which having more of anything, except perhaps love and consciousness, starts to offer diminishing and then inverse returns. Unfortunately, we are often too busy trying to extract all the goodness and make sure we don’t miss out that we fail to recognize when we have enough of a good thing.

So, too, with yoga practice. For even experienced practitioners, it’s very easy to fall into the trap of chasing particular sensations, experiences, or poses because we’ve become overly committed to fulfilling an ideal in our minds of what practice should look like or how it should feel.

This is not to say we shouldn’t have goals, rely on trusted techniques, or seek to alter the contents of consciousness in ways that benefit our lives, but when we become too determined to make a given practice become the perfect, Platonic, end-all-be-all practice, we lose the ability to relate to it moment by moment as it unfolds, which keeps us trapped in our mental models and makes us unable to access what is actually happening NOW. This is ironic because the distance between our mind’s abstractions and the actual present is exactly the distance yoga is designed to collapse.

Moreover, if we continue to practice in this acquisitional way, the practice itself can become a type of drudgery, an impossible attempt to satisfy the cruel master of our minds. When this happens, we not only end up missing out of on the real rasa, or nectar, that lies at the core of our own experience, we risk turning our practice into so much bitter fruit. 🍉 🤢

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