For now she need not think about anybody.
She could be herself. And that was what now, she often
felt the need of — to think; well not even to think.
To be silent; to be alone. All the being and the doing,
expansive, glittering, vocal, evaporated . . .
Although she continued to knit, and sat upright, it was
thus that she felt herself; and this self having
shed its attachments was free for the strangest adventure.
From To the Lighthouse, VIRGINIA WOOLF, 1927
oh angelina, ange, i’ve so been out of touch.
funny.
i truely thought you wrote this…
this is, i guess, my impression of you.
being a sort of woolf, i do get the undertow…
virginia rules of course…
how are you, sweet?
n♥
Posted by woolf | August 12, 2011, 11:08 amNice projects!
Posted by TwirlyCurlyBird | August 12, 2011, 3:52 pmSo true. Once immersed in a crafty project, it allows my thoughts to wander wider.
Posted by Cheryl | August 15, 2011, 10:39 pmooo I can soo identify with that quote! you have some lovely projects going on…
Posted by Pearlin | August 16, 2011, 6:16 am