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.

– W.B. Yeats –

“The Lake Isle of Innisfree”

Be still. Listen. What do you hear in your deep heart’s core?

Nurture peace. Cultivate kindness. Carry the calm.

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“The world is full of magic things,

patiently waiting

for our senses to grow sharper.”

– W.B. Yeats –

A budding rose, a bird calling to its mate, the pink clouds of sunset, the first star of evening – it only takes a moment to sharpen our senses to this everyday magic, to pause and actually taste our food, smell the morning air, feel the breeze, hear the birdsong, and see the beauty in the world around us – to rediscover the magic things.

Nurture peace, cultivate kindness, enjoy the magic, and carry the calm.

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