“I feel entirely dehumanized by the sun now and wish for fog, snow, rain and humanity.”
Virginia Woolf – letter to Edward Sackville West, written c.September 1926
I keep running into Virginia this summer, one full of sun and heat in New England, and more often than not she has the words I have been thinking.
My book club read To The Lighthouse. Here again, Virginia hit a chord: time is elusive, people never say what they are thinking, and especially: take care for all things are temporal.
“And all the lives we ever lived and all the lives to be are full of trees and changing leaves.”
To The Lighthouse
Serendipitously a new play premiered at a local theatre company. Brilliant writing by Lindsay Joelle. A prequel to Mrs. Dalloway
Bonita LeFlore 