Days 5-8: By this point, that vow of silence did start to feel like a vacation of sorts, a respite from the external world, that world that often precludes us from truly going inside. I relished in the quiet of those days, and held imaginary dialogues with daisies and ladybugs, debated with the caterpillars, and looked for my own personal graffiti in the clouds. I realized that I was essentially being handed a tool that I would be able to carry with me for the rest of my life, and found myself approaching each “sit” with more clarity and intention. Day 9: I was armed with the ability to observe reality as it is and not as I would like it to be. To separate my consciousness from the endless barrage of my thoughts. To slow down that monkey. To just be.