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 with the breath of kindness
blow the rest away.
George Eliot (pen name of Mary Ann Evans), novelist (1819-1880)
santa cruz wharf
10 October 2007
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You don't know how much I needed that-in fact, I didn't know how much I needed that until I saw it.
Thank you for posting it...
"Having never to weight thoughts nor measure words" is what really hit home...I see this as a sign.
you have summed it up. love this. i look for people like that, don't you? xo nita
Absolutely beautiful piece of writing that I have pressed into a journal.
Isn't it just so embracing.
You can feel what he's writing--well, I can....
Beautiful, just beautiful.
Hugs!
Kat
That's what love is all about, Charlie brown..
This is definitely the exception and not the rule. I feel very blessed to have a few people in my life like that.
Thanks for sharring this.
Very sweet.....wish we all could have that in our lives...all the time...wouldn't that be great?
Peace
I love this poem. A warm, wonderful feeling with no explanation. That's love.
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