craft, crochet, granny love, knitting

To the lighthouse

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



4 thoughts on “To the lighthouse

  1. oh angelina, ange, i’ve so been out of touch.

    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?


    Posted by woolf | August 12, 2011, 11:08 am
  2. Nice projects!


    Posted by TwirlyCurlyBird | August 12, 2011, 3:52 pm
  3. So true. Once immersed in a crafty project, it allows my thoughts to wander wider.


    Posted by Cheryl | August 15, 2011, 10:39 pm
  4. ooo I can soo identify with that quote! you have some lovely projects going on…


    Posted by Pearlin | August 16, 2011, 6:16 am

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