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 Maria Mulock Craik (1826-1887)
Sweet to find that faithful hand in the space between me and the other.
via easily amazed.