Free for the strangest adventures

Here’s a response to yesterday’s post emailed by a friend who came across it shortly before getting a post notification from a blog long thought defunct.

When I asked if I could blog it they replied they were sure she wouldn’t mind. The accompanying picture (of Virginia Woolf knitting by her sister Vanessa Bell) is out of copyright in many places but not in the UK. UK readers, please do not look at the picture.

“For now she need not think about 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. 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 adventures.”

From Virginia Woolf’s ‘To The Lighthouse

Fascinating to read this in the above linked Wikipedia article on the book:

To be able to understand thought, Woolf’s diaries reveal, the author would spend considerable time listening to herself think, observing how and which words and emotions arose in her own mind in response to what she saw.

Disclaimer: passionate advocate though I am for knitting it is not the same as meditating. However it is (also) really really good for you.