By Elaine Shpungin
Every year, during the 4th of July weekend, my hubby and I leave behind the three Cs of our daily existence (Children, Computers, and Calendars) for a two day get-away to celebrate our wedding anniversary.
This year, as an experiment in fun and connection, we decided to leave behind another big C: Conversation (a.k.a. Chatter).
At first glance this might seem odd. After all, here is a chance to finally talk heart to heart, unhurriedly, without frequent interruptions (by you know who) or pressure to “decide what you want already!”
Yet, I had been having the growing suspicion lately that the sheer number of words between us were actually blocking our communication and connection instead of enhancing it.
Then, a few days before our trip, we were sitting together on a park bench in a rare contented silence, watching our daughter splash in a sprinkler. In the space created by our quietness, I became aware of feeling more alive and more peaceful at the same time. I could sense the slightly misty breeze on my arms, hear the squeals of children colliding with icy sprays of water, and feel the resting weight of my husband’s hand on mine.
As though sensing the same thing, my husband sighed languidly and said, “What we need is more touching – and less talking.”
Despite the playfulness in his voice, I sensed the “truth” in what he said.
And so, before we left for our two-day cabin retreat, I brought up the possibility of spending our time together in selective silence.
“Hmmm…” my husband said, sounding skeptical, “how would that work?”
I wasn’t sure but figured it would be fun to find out.
We agreed that we would try communicating non-verbally when something was important enough to be shared (pointing, nudging) and speak out loud only when it was really needed. We also agreed we would keep it within our little unit. That means we would NOT be miming our orders to restaurant waitstaff or trying to charade “broken porch light” to the cabin owner.

The author and her husband spent a day not talking to each other on vacation, but they didn't mime their way through it. Photo by janlewandowski on flickr
So, how was it and would I ever do it again?
We wound up practicing the selective silence for about a day and a night, and to be quite honest, we both found it quite enjoyable.
For me, it definitely contributed to feeling both more serene and more connected.
It was as though my feelings and thoughts were sediment from the bottom of a pond that I kept raking up into a cloudy, swirling mass by speaking them out loud. When I did not voice every thought and feeling that passed across my mind, after a while, the swirling sediment seemed to settle to the bottom, leaving my mind more clear and still.
Suddenly, I could see the exact hazel green of my husband’s eyes, lit up by a stretch of barely moving river bend behind him. I could taste and re-taste the perfect tingling contrast of sweet and tangy in my chilled mixed drink. And I could share how much I enjoyed these things (with a crooked smile or a slurpy “mmmm”) without the interruption of dozens of words passing between us.
After a while, it seemed like everything started to slow down to match the pace of the restful quiet that we were weaving around us. With the added spaciousness of companionable silence, there was more time and room to notice, to note, to notate.
And as my husband had forecasted on the park bench, there was more cause to touch — to nudge him as my gaze followed a flock of birds across a slice of blue sky, to lean on him as we rested in the welcome hum of the air conditioning after a sweaty six-mile hike, or to brush my hand against his as we walked down to the corner (organic) grocery.
I seem to have a memory of us, just this way, as a young couple first falling in love: savoring the quiet between us, enjoying the opportunity to communicate by touch, smile, physical contact. I sense that, over our many years of living and learning together, we have come to over-rely on the power of words to form the bridges of connection between us.
Perhaps selective silence is not for every day. Yet, having discovered it, I want to continue looking for opportunities to practice it again.
Maybe my kids might enjoy an afternoon of less talking and more touching?
Not sure how that would work. But it will be fun to find out…
Elaine Shpungin, Ph.D. is the director of the University of Illinois Psychological Services Center and a student and practitioner of Nonviolent Communication (NVC). She seems to be on a lifelong journey to living more mindfully despite her frequent tendency to mind much about living. You can find more of her writing at: http://laneyletters.blogspot.com
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Elaine, I needed to read this right now. I’ve been so overwhelmed by all the good going on with Soul Miners and Baking Bakers. I’ve never been this public or this busy. For the first 9 years of my adult life I lived alone and spent much of each day silent in a cafe, on a meditative walk, staring at the decorations on the wall or writing. Just in the last few days I’ve grown tired of spoken words. Too many swirling around everywhere! Your article is fresh air. I’ll be trying something like this very soon.
Heidi! I am so glad you found something of value and resonance in the post. There really are so many ways to be in connection with ourselves and others. It’s wonderful to re-discover them once in a while!
I love this idea.
Thanks for commenting Dana! I am glad you find the idea intriguing or worth considering!