My friend Michelle over at A Simple Conversation often does a mid-week segment called, "Wish I was here Wednesday" in which she'll post a picture of a wonderfully relaxing or fun-filled destination - a lakeside dock or foreign resort, for instance. And we all sigh a little and imagine ourselves there.
Well, today is Sunday, not Wednesday, but regardless, today has got me dreaming of Innisfree. It's a place described in a poem, and I don't really know if it's an actual location (I suppose I could look it up, couldn't I?), but for me it is more a place of the heart. A place where I slow down and become still again, recalibrating my ways of thinking, remembering how to see the smaller points of beauty in life.
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.
- William Butler Yeats
To me, this poem is most beautiful set to music, so here's a lovely rendition sung by Claire Holley.
May your heart be filled with peace on this Sunday.