The Silence

The brochure had promised peace. Ten days of noble silence at the Dhamma House, nestled in the rolling hills of the English countryside. No phones. No books. No writing materials. Just me and my thoughts, learning the ancient art of Vipassana meditation.

I needed this.

After Nathan's accident three months ago, my mind had become a labyrinth of what-ifs, each turn leading to another dead end of guilt. If I hadn't asked him to pick up groceries that stormy night... if I had gone instead... if the l...