I won’t be online today because I’m headed for a much needed day at the lake with some woman friends!
Since we’ve been talking on Twitter about retreats and peaceful, safe spaces for writing, I thought I’d combine that with my lake trip and share with you a wonderful poem by W.B. Yeats.

Enjoy and have a lovely weekend!

The Lake Isle of Innisfree

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee;
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.

Sunset at Lake Isle of Innisfree by Connormacnessa