When I visited Inis Mor in 2014 with my pilgrimage group, I promised myself I'd return to spend more time on this wind-swept rocky island that sits on the wild edge of Ireland. The island surprised me and I fell in love with it. Very out of character for me to love something barren, rocky and almost entirely without trees! I love green, trees, flowers, swift flowing rivers. But something about the 'thinness' of the place, the restless sea pounding its shores, and the almost visceral feel of ancient lives treading the rocky paths drew me in. Next week I leave for a 6-day writing retreat on this biggest of the Aran Islands. This trip has been almost 2 years in the planning, and I'm preparing with for it with a real sense of expectancy that the restless sea and the ancient stones will become my Muse and whisper just the right words in my ears.