And sometimes, so I think. Withdraw. Disengage. Pause and let my thoughts settle like the mud swirling in stream, like the motes dancing in the sunshine, like the leaves caught in a whirlwind.
Finding the center is hard. Keeping the balance is difficult. Stilling the thoughts, impossible.
Yet, I try.
It’s more for me as with going into a forest:
if you sit quietly for a long time,
the life around you emerges.
As the world grows ever more clamorous,
my hunger for silence steepens.
I unplug the landline.
~Jane Hirshfield
Michael Seidel, writer 
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