Peace
“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
Art by Rembrandt
I'd love you to experience this serenity, this peace, that Yeats describes in this poem. It's that peace that surpasses all understanding that St. Paul speaks of in Philippians, the peace that can be seen on the faces of Buddhist Bodhisattvas, the peace that some call The Tao, and some call God's grace. I feel this peace in nature, as Yeats seems to have. If I can give you a sense of that during healing sessions I will have succeeded.
…And knowing that you can access that peace in your body, in your day-to-day life; that knowing heals. As Yeats wrote, "while I stand on the roadway, or on the pavement grey, I hear it in the deep heart's core."