Another idea that’s been floating around my head for ages. It’s a poem called Heaven-Haven (A nun takes the veil) by Victorian religious and nature poet, Gerard Manley Hopkins that I’ve loved since first reading it at university about a hundred years ago.
I’ve written it out below, as the text in the sketchbook is a bit tiny and mainly there to try out the layout. Now I’m about as religious as a baked potato, but I don’t think you have to be religious to feel that longing for a safe haven from all the stuff life occasionally decides to throw at you.
The poem reads: I have desired to go where springs not fail,/To fields where flies no sharp and sided hail/And a few lilies blow./And I have asked to be where no storms come,/Where the green swell is in the havens dumb,/And out of the swing of the sea.