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 
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♥
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Posted by woolf | August 12, 2011, 11:08 amNice projects!
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Posted by TwirlyCurlyBird | August 12, 2011, 3:52 pmSo true. Once immersed in a crafty project, it allows my thoughts to wander wider.
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Posted by Cheryl | August 15, 2011, 10:39 pmooo I can soo identify with that quote! you have some lovely projects going on…
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Posted by Pearlin | August 16, 2011, 6:16 am