I just got this on email:
After I read your post on teaching in a silo I got {this poem} out and thought I’d share it with you.
“Oh, the comfort,
the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person,
having neither to weigh thoughts or measure words
but pouring them all right out,
just as the are, chaff and grain together;
certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them,
keep what is worth keeping
and then with the breath of kindness throw the rest away.”
I am so very blessed. Thank you, friend.