All of a sudden
She found herself quite tired
So she sat down.
Why all the madness?
she thought to herself.
Do I do so much just to keep busy?
Do I do so much so I haven’t time to think?
What do I fear if I have time to think?
I might find peace.
Do I need to give myself permission to let it go?
Have I convinced myself that the only way is this way?
Is there more I have yet to discover because I keep looking back?
Keep walking back
Keep turning around and heading back
Do I keep looking ahead into the fog and muttering
There was nothing but time, of course
and a comfortable chair and a lovely steeping tea
a good book and a cat curled up on her lap.
There were pasts to leave behind and old memories and old habits and old
And there were futures and memories and friends and children and laughter
and everything that seemed so imperative just kind of drifted away
For she was quite tired, you see.
So she sat down to rest. and the birds sang. and the sun shone. and life went on.