The Hippy Dippy Yoga Retreat--Day Nine
This morning, a note was taped to my forehead when I woke up. It said: “Today is Silence Day. No talking for twenty-four hours. If needed, you are to act out communication like a mime, but no words shall come from your mouth. Silence is a mindful practice to be taken seriously.”
I surveyed my yurt. Eagle Bill was snoring. He was silent anyway so today would be no big deal. Both Eddie and Phillipe had left early for breakfast. I grabbed a pair of yoga shorts and made my way up the hill to the yoga studio.
Along the way, I passed several people. They all smiled but didn’t speak. It was as if we were mute and had our tongues removed. I gave them the peace sign, and they responded with a shaka. I had the feeling it was going to be a long day. Not talking was torture.