"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, knowing that a faithful hand will and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then with the breath of kindness, blow the rest away." George Eliot, 1819-1880
My LH says I am spinning plates here at the blog.
I’m not writing about my life but throwing out chaff to you, my bloggy buddies.
I had surgery on January 26. I’m doing well and expect to recover fully. I’m healthy and feel pretty durn good.
I’m too shy to write about surgery so I didn’t. I just disappeared then re-appeared with empty stuff to throw up on the screen. I haven’t had surgery in years so I wasn’t sure what to expect What I couldn’t anticipate scared me. I didn’t want to hear of anyone else’s bad experience with removing a fibroid tumor.
I behaved like one of your parishoners who doesn’t tell you about their ordeals until aferward.
You have been with me through the Storm and other storms. You prove yourselves to be good company on the journey.
Pouring out words,