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
W. B. YEATS
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.