How I love the gift of good conversation. The gift of not having to weigh words, or measure thoughts before sharing them with a soul who is wise enough and kind enough to be able to sift through them, let go of some and grab up the rest, ready to run with it.
Someone who knows that emotions leak through on bad days and joy on good ones. Someone who understands the honor of being absolutely who we are and values me for exactly that, knowing I will reciprocate.
Good conversation is like a fencing match, parry, riposte, parry, then bow and begin again. There is a similarity, but it is never the same. It need never end. It is so sturdy and real, it could last forever.
Subjects include all those forbidden topics, politics, religion, sex. What is believed is more important than whether or not it is correct, this is a sharing process, a learning process, a peek into the soul of another human being willing to open up.
And if it is funny, or droll, or makes me laugh -- all the better! If is is also forgiving and understanding and willing to take the chance of opening up -- even better!
Life is too short not to have these little respites, these small oasis-es in a world of constant critiquing.
My only problem? After opening the treasure chest and discovering it, I keep wanting to peek in all the time, just to be sure it's still there.
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