Longing for Innisfree
This is really not a blog post... this is just a note of longing, a sigh, from a tired soul.
Tired beyond words by the reality of the pandemic - as it is borne out in her particular case.
6 months of not being infected by the Corona virus should be considered luck, and the life lived gratefully accepted... but utter exhaustion can kill joy and numb gratefulness.
One longs for rest, sleep, peace... one longs for Innisfree...
Thank you, Yeats, for understanding my state so well... & giving it utterance more than a century ago!