Saturday, July 25, 2009

The Invitation

So, here I am transfixed in wonder. I'm in awe over connecting with so many great people in my life right now. Every word is appreciated and every touch important to me. If I've talked or emailed with you in the last two weeks, I bid you a special thanks.

I'm coping with a relationship transition and a realization that I need to improve a few things about myself. As I smooth out each emotional flutter, my world progressively stabilizes and the way forward becomes more relaxed. I believe I'm getting better at preserving my open heart through troubled waters.

One of my friends shared something recently that resonated with me. I invite your heart to dwell on the words below...

SOURCE: http://skdesigns.com/internet/articles/prose/oriah_mountain_dreamer/invitation/

The Invitation
by Oriah Mountain Dreamer

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain! I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see beauty even when it's not pretty, every day,and if you can source your own life from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes!”

It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.

It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

3 comments:

livingtotears said...

wow. that's been one of my all time ever favorite poems for forever. so glad it found you.

wishing you peace within your self.

livingtotears said...

you might like this one too:

The Awakening

damn. not enough space. i'll find another way to send it to you.

ourquad said...

Wow! This really spoke to me. Thank you so much for sharing this with us. I plan to share it with my two men...(I'm part of a quad).