Like if I was hitchhiking and he gave me a ride in his car I could just take a nap and not worry and if either of us wants to stop traveling together he'll make sure to drop me off someplace safe with my little knapsack intact and a better map than I had when I got in his car.
I'm guessing that GP would really like that description of him and how you feel with him
By the way, Mary Oliver's book of poems Thirst showed up on Amazon as a recommendation for me. Because of your tagline quote by Mary Oliver I looked up the book and have it in my cart. Thanks!!!
I really liked this poem: Heavy
The time I thought I could not go any closer to grief without dying
I went closer, and I did not die. Surely God had His hand in this,
as well as friends, Still, I was bent, and my laughter, as the poet said,
was nowhere to be found. Then said my friend Daniel (brave even among lions), "It's not the weight you carry
but how you carry it-- books, bricks,grief-- it's all in the way you embrace it, balance it, carry it
when you cannot, and would not, put it down." So I went practicing. Have you noticed?
Have you heard the laughter that comes, now and again, out of my startled mouth?
How I linger to admire, admire, admire the things of this world that are kind,and maybe
also troubled-- roses in the wind, the sea geese on the steep wave, a love to which there is no reply?
God waits.
But what is happiness except the simple harmony between a man and the life he leads? ~Albert Camus
