I’m currently enrolled in a Dharma teacher pathway program.
A voice inside keeps circling back:
What is all this practice really about?
What did the Buddha actually experience that night beneath the Bodhi tree?
And more to the point —
How did he convey it?
How do you convey something that’s not a thing?
That isn’t a possession or an insight to pass on,
but a kind of silence.
A falling away.
What if awakening isn’t a prize or a transformation —
but more like the background hum of a fridge that suddenly stops?
Nothing dramatic.
Just… silence.
Peace.
The cessation of suffering.
Not because life’s conditions have changed —
but because the craving, the aversion, the grasping… has ceased.
Meanwhile, life continues.
Relationships unfold.
The body ages.
Emails come in.
So maybe —
there is no point.
And maybe that’s the point.
Not meaninglessness, but freedom.
Not achievement, but release.
Not a story to be told, but a silence to be trusted.
This blog, The Forest Grove, is not here to give you answers.
It’s a place for returning. For sensing. For letting the dust fall from the eyes.
And maybe, now and then, for sharing something of the view when the fridge hum stops.
May these writings be of benefit. May they nourish your awakening.