Unfortunately, I’ve been so busy at work and with life that I haven’t even started on my first list, but I will. I did read Virgina Woolf’s To The Lighthouse while my husband drove us to Tennessee for a funeral. It was a depressing, but apt read for such a trip. I didn’t plan it that way. I’m afraid I already identify so strongly with the passing of time and the transient nature of life that Woolf’s elegy just intensified my feelings. I also want to take moments and passages of time and freeze them and hold them in my hand to observe at my leisure or at least at a slower pace. Woolf’s take on the subjective view of reality are also amazing. She nails it. Yes, yes indeed, even fifty pairs of eyes is not enough to truly know another person.
But this is depressing. I think I’ll go look at something beautiful.