Virginia Woolf: There are rooms within me no one enters—rooms lined with silence, rooms crowded with shadows. Yet if you are still enough, and kind enough, you may find me sitting there with the ghosts of my own making. I did not always speak aloud the things that bruised me. I wrote them into waves and walks and windowsills. I buried them in lighthouses … [Read more...] about The River and the Silence: A Gentle Witness to Virginia Woolf’s Pain