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.
When life sank down for a moment, the range of experience seemed limitless.
Beneath it is all dark, it is all spreading, it is deep, but now and again we rise to the surface and that is what you see us by.
Her horizon seemed to her limitless.
Virginia Woolf
Oh, Virginia. Her words seep right into my soul . . .To be herself, by herself. To be silent. To be alone. . . This is the stuff dreams are made of. (Though with the possible exception of the red bird who now lives on your granddaughter's beautiful quilt), this menagerie hardly looks like they'd know how to be quiet.
ReplyDeleteThe menagerie is from Mexico - specifically the Cancun airport shop. It is the third one I have collected in as many visits. I like the simple colour and the pairs of birds, animals who face each other and dance their own dance...not exactly like their mate.
DeleteIt was on my design wall - I was looking at it for a bit - It's all part of my process. x