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For the first time in my life, I feel like I’m being heard, even when I’m not saying anything.
If you’re wondering why my posts lately have been so uncharacteristically terse, that’s probably why. Now, doubtless, when things pick back up, my body fights off whatever it is that’s trying to infect me (what with the cold-weather changes and whatnot), and the bedazzlement is replaced with quiet and steady appreciation, I’ll be posting more. Meanwhile, reading more Husserl, Heidegger, Camus, and Augustine, so expect a flurry in some days hence.
For the first time in my life, I feel like I’m being heard, even when I’m not saying anything.
If you’re wondering why my posts lately have been so uncharacteristically terse, that’s probably why. Now, doubtless, when things pick back up, my body fights off whatever it is that’s trying to infect me (what with the cold-weather changes and whatnot), and the bedazzlement is replaced with quiet and steady appreciation, I’ll be posting more. Meanwhile, reading more Husserl, Heidegger, Camus, and Augustine, so expect a flurry in some days hence.
“Oh the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person; having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but to pour them all out, just as they are, chaff and grain together, knowing 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.” George Eliot
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November 1st, 2005 at 09:00:09
“Oh the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person; having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but to pour them all out, just as they are, chaff and grain together, knowing 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.” George Eliot