Oh the comfort,
the inexpressible comfort
of feeling safe with a person.
Having neither to weigh thoughts
nor measure words
but to pour them out
just as they are,
chaff and grain together....
and a faithful hand
will take and sift them....
keep what is worth keeping
and with a breath of kindness,
blow the rest away.
George Eliot
“Why Did They Have to Eat the Fruit?”
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It’s 2:00 in the afternoon and the house is quiet because even during
Spring Break, perhaps more than ever during Spring Break, we are having
Quiet Hour. ...


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