Do you ever want to run away from everything that needs to get done, from everyone who demands your time?  The world seems to chase us at an ever increasing pace.  We should try to slow it down from time to time and find a quiet place to find ourselves.

No one expresses this desire better than my poet of a mom:

A QUIET PLACE

Oh, for a little time alone

in a place of peace and quiet!

I want to hear the sound of silence

filling the room.

A darkened room, please, with

muted colors and a comfortable chair,

a place where worry cannot enter,

where the spring uncoils, the yarn unravels.

I’d let me hands rest idle in my lap,

no need to smile, to be polite.

All the need-to-do things

would go undone and

no one would know or care,

a quiet place between the musts and wants,

the push of hurry, hurry.

Let me be the only person in the world

for one hour,

in a place where sound and care are banished,

the urgent sense of time removed.

There tension lifts and peace descends,

no one to ask or answer.

And then I’d say “hello” to me

and ask how I’m doing.

                                    by Garnet Naarup