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blissfulthis is not so much a real blog as it is just a sprinkling of goodness.
i was catching up with an old friend last night on the phone. i told her about my feelings for switch and how things seem unusually comfortable and safe with him. it's like he knows what and how to say (or not say) exactly what i need to hear and makes me feel as if i am perfectly flawed just the way i am. i'm such a smutzy romantic these days. anywhooo....we continued our telephone conversation for a while and this morning i received an email from her telling me how good it was to catch up, yada yada. she said our conversation reminded her of something she once read so she sent it to me. it speaks in ways i can't. i am very artistically inclined but a writer, not so much. but this, i just love it and had to share!!!!
Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person; having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but to pour them all out, just as they are, chaff and grain together, knowing 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 . --George Eliot
i was catching up with an old friend last night on the phone. i told her about my feelings for switch and how things seem unusually comfortable and safe with him. it's like he knows what and how to say (or not say) exactly what i need to hear and makes me feel as if i am perfectly flawed just the way i am. i'm such a smutzy romantic these days. anywhooo....we continued our telephone conversation for a while and this morning i received an email from her telling me how good it was to catch up, yada yada. she said our conversation reminded her of something she once read so she sent it to me. it speaks in ways i can't. i am very artistically inclined but a writer, not so much. but this, i just love it and had to share!!!!
Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person; having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but to pour them all out, just as they are, chaff and grain together, knowing 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 . --George Eliot
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