“quiet descended on her…”



Quiet descended on her, calm, content, as her needle, drawing the silk smoothly to its gentle pause, collected the green folds together and attached them very lightly, to the belt.

So on a summer’s day waves collect, overbalance, and fall; collect and fall; and the whole world seems to be saying “that is all” more and more ponderously, until even the heart in the body which lies in the sun on the beach says too, That is all. Fear no more, says the heart. Fear no more, says the heart, committing its burden to some sea, which sighs collectively for all the sorrows, and renews, begins, collects, lets fall.

And the body alone listens to the passing bee; the wave breaking; the dog barking, far away barking and barking.

Virginia Woolf, “Mrs. Dalloway”IMG_5770




2 thoughts on ““quiet descended on her…”

  1. absolutely. i have had much practice in this year of silence. even though my severe tinnitus can make it challenging.. tonight i am so grateful for the sounds of the night. it has been so warm that the summer insects – the crickets & cicadas still sing even now.

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