a case for stepping out on a limb.

Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken.

If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements.

Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness.

But in that casket--safe, dark, motionless, airless--it will change.

It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.

To love at all is to be vulnerable.

C. S. Lewis

vulnerable is a scary place to be.

but i've rediscovered that it's also delightful.

because those really savory moments

are almost always a direct result of allowing yourself,

even if only for a moment,

to become entirely vulnerable.