Oh the comfort, the inexpressible comfort, of the 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.– Rex Cole
May I learn to be this for someone else. I really, really need to work on my listening skills. The talking? The talking I have down pat, the listening...not so much.
*pre-wrote on 8/27/12