Oh, the comfort —
the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person —
having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words,
but pouring them all right out,
just as they are,chaff and grain together;
certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them,
keep what is worth keeping,
and then with the breath of kindness blow the rest away.
~Dinah Craik
I copied this from Elizabeth this morning and it ties in with some
thoughts that have been swirling around in my brain. Once they stop swirling and
I can flesh them out, I will write a post about it.
