Yesterday morning I felt dire, and when my friend rang up to ask if we could cancel lunch and eat at her house instead and would a poached egg be OK, I said “I hate poached eggs. I’ll bring my own lunch.” I knew this wouldn’t offend her, and it didn’t. That’s the kind of friend she is. Later, she commented on my being grumpy – but not as a complaint, merely as a statement. She loves me, even when I’m grumpy.
Also, I can tell her anything. I am so lucky to have her as a friend.
This quote is dedicated to her:
Oh, the comfort --Dinah Craik
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 with the breath of kindness
Blow the rest away.
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