The night before it began, my husband reminded me, “No talking tomorrow”
Perhaps you were seeking a spiritual boost, doing it as a zechus for something, or you read some new-age article that spoke of the benefits of silence and thought, so cool, Yiddishkeit already knows this, let me try this. You may have even dabbled in it for an hour or two. But most of us have failed when it comes to doing a Taanis Dibbur.
We failed because words are delicious. They taste better than chocolate cake. They’re more tempting than salty potato chips.
But you wonder: what did I miss? What enlightenment could I have reached had I the verve, the willpower to push through and just keep my mouth closed?
That’s what you have me for.
I did a Taanis Dibbur for two days. Or actually, a Taanis Communication. I couldn’t talk, text, email, or write for 48 hours.
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