Safe

I read this today, it's by Dinah Maria Mulock Craik (1826 - 1887) - how many of us have had this experience? What does all the "stuff" in the world matter when compared to a safe relationship? A life without friendship is, I think, a life of poverty. "Stuff" cannot substitute for friendship. To have a safe friendship is to know  treasure in life; it is wealth, it is music, it it beauty - it is rare.

"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."