My favorite place for quiet is and always will be my garden, spring, summer and fall, all these seasons provide me with a quiet haven. In moments of stress or anxiety, I can always find something to do that is physical and mindless, perfect antidote to whatever ails the mind and/or spirit.
Come winter time, I mourn my garden. My quiet place is in slumber mode. The bathroom becomes my refuge, long baths or showers, we have a jacuzzi combination bath and shower with pulsating jets. When you have knots in your shoulders and neck, there is no better remedy than putting your back under a hot pulsing jet to unravel those pesky knots of stress and tension. I do count the days until spring because here in western Massachusetts our winters often seem never-ending.