Anna Bellerive
William Wordsworth’s poem “I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud,”
as well as the short stories “The Birthmark” by Nathaniel Hawthorne and “The
Yellow Wallpaper” by Charlotte Perkins Gilman all display the transformation
that a human being can go through. Such journeys could be for better or for
worse which was exemplified in these stories, for the journeys they partook in
lead to peace or anguish. Just as these characters progressed far beyond their
original state of mind, my entire experience of Zen meditation has been
transformed.
In “The Yellow Wallpaper” the narrator’s mind slowly
deteriorates during her stay at the rental house in an attempt to recover from
her “nervous disorder.” Most evident is the degeneration of her mental health.
At the beginning of the short story the narrator appears to be only mildly
afflicted, mostly suffering from exhaustion. Yet as the story progresses her
obsession with the patterned wallpaper, and the delusions she sees, escalate to
dangerous levels. At the end it is confirmed that she finally lost all sense of
the sanity she possessed, when she believes herself to be the delusion of the
woman trapped behind the bars of the wallpaper design. “I’ve got out at last,
in spite of you and Jane. And I’ve pulled off most of the paper, so you can’t
put me back (398)!” Along with the transformations of her mental state, her
delusions also begin to change as the days pass. The wallpaper, although
grotesque was quite harmless, but in her eyes it soon morphs into something menacing
and haunting. “The front pattern does move… The woman behind shakes it... she
is all the time trying to climb through. But nobody could climb through that
pattern- it strangles so; I think that is why it has so many heads (396).”
Similar to the grim happenings in “The Yellow Wallpaper”
the short story “The Birthmark” describes the transformation of the narrator’s views
of his beautiful wife, Georgiana, and his inability to accept her flaws. The
narrator, Aylmer, soon begins to obsess over his wife’s birthmark, and what
begins as only a slight annoyance, quickly grows to utter revulsion at its
presence. Soon he is unable to look past the blemish and see his wife’s beauty,
and he quickly surrounds himself in his scientific studies in an attempt to rid
her face of the imperfection. However his transformation is not the only one
that occurs. Since her husband becomes so fixated on the blemish, Georgiana
soon begins to grow embarrassed and self-conscious of the mark; no longer
viewing it as a charm bestowed upon her. These insecurities grow to the point
where she would be willing to lay down her life in an attempt to rid herself of
the mark forever. “I might wish to put off this birthmark of mortality by
relinquishing mortality itself in preference to any other mode (476).”
Unlike the previous two stories in which progress was met
with terrible consequences, my progress with Zen meditation more closely
resembles the transformation of the speaker in “I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud.”
In the beginning the speaker is withdrawn, but once he happens upon the field
of daffodils and stays in their “company” he reaps the benefits. Toward the end
of the poem, when the speaker is once again in a bad mood, he is able to recall
his experience with the daffodils and he is soon filled with joy. The daffodils
have made a permanent impression upon him, and therefore he can no longer feel
isolated.
Similarly
to the positive transformation the speaker gained, my ability to meditate has
drastically changed for the better. Unlike the previous session where I was unable
to maintain stillness of the mind and body, in this session, I found myself
able to remain in the seated position for the entirety of the seated meditation.
Although I have yet to achieve the stillness of mind required to reach the peacefulness
described by my instructor, I found myself more easily counting my breaths to
ten and repeating, with less moments where my mind wandered off the task at
hand and realized I was on breath thirty-eight. Like the speaker in the poem, I
too transformed as a person, for I am exceedingly proud of the improvements I
was able to accomplish, when just last week I thought such improvements were
impossible.
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