. . . among friends and family.
It is so good to be loved.
* * *
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,
with the breath of kindness,
blow the rest away.
~~ George Eliot ~~
* * *
And the gentle breeze of such love
has blown me back to the blogdom
to share amongst the loved ones
known to me and not yet known.
After a time of extended quiet
my heart runs freely
with a net trained to find
words and glimpses of life among
the wisteria and the roses
and share them
with gleeful abandon.
I've repaired my computer glitches.
I've rested my heart in a summer of sweetness.
I've returned to dance.
Shall we dance?