“For now she need not think of anybody.
She could be herself, by 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;
and one shrunk, with a sense of solemnity,
to being oneself,
a wedge-shaped core of darkness,
something invisible to others..."
"and this self
having shed its
attachments
was free
for the strangest adventures.”
Virginia Woolf: To the Lighthouse
head space - vital
Oh my goodness!! this is so beautiful Rebecca, it takes my breath away!
oh the shedding of attachments...yes, yes, yes. this is a glorious piece of lit to share and takes me to another realm. peace to you, lovely.
Oh yes!
Even in small doses... x
Thank you Audrey for saying that!!
Wishing you a sweet weekend, xx
Ms Woolf has that amazing capacity to take one to another realm,
or give words to what one senses, but can't put into words oneself.
Take care lovely, x
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