I do not tell this one often. After the meditation camp, everything was open. Inner sound, light, a stillness I had no words for. I came home certain I had arrived somewhere permanent. Then it went. Completely. I landed back in a crowded share house with no space and no privacy, and I could not find the inner sound again. So I chased it. Every session became a search. I would sit down already reaching for something, and get up already disappointed. The harder I grabbed, the further it went. Months of this. I seriously thought about stopping. I had had the experience, I had lost it, and nothing I did brought it back. Then a Sanyasin, a senior meditator, gave me one line. Let it come to you. Do not seek it. That was all. But chasing is tension, and tension closes the door. So I stopped reaching. I sat in whatever corner of that share house I could find, and I stopped asking the session to give me anything. Slowly, all of it came back. This is part of why I teach five minutes rather than an hour. Five minutes is too short to turn into a search. You sit, you breathe, you get up. Nothing to chase. So, a question for you. Have you had a dry season in your practice? A stretch where nothing seemed to happen and you wondered why you were bothering? Tell me about it below. And if you are in one right now, say so. That is the more useful conversation, and you will not be the only one.