We’re all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness—and call it love—true love.
After two years of helping my parents with their foster kids and debating on fostering myself, I’ve decided to take the plunge. I’ve talked with one of the case workers I know and had an unofficial tour of my home (because it’s small and I wanted to make sure it wasn’t to small), the next classes for certification are in the spring and I will be attending them.
I’m a little nervous, but also really excited. I’m opting to take infants to 5 and temporary emergency placements.
Perhaps all the dragons in our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us act, just once, with beauty and courage. Perhaps everything that frightens us is, in its deepest essence, something helpless that wants our love.
In my minds eye when I cut into my arms there is a pouring out, a draining so full of relief that I weep with wanting it .
Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.
Love is something more stern and splendid than mere kindness.
Never be so focused on what you’re looking for that you overlook the thing you actually find.
She would defend herself, saying that love, no matter what else it might be, was a natural talent. She would say: You are either born knowing how, or you never know.
If a thing loves, it is infinite.