...don�t try to figure out my experience � there�s no method to my madness...
THE INVITATIONOriah Mountain Dreamer, Indian Elder
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 is 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 a night Of grief and despair Weary and bruised to the bone To 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.
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"The beginning of the drama.... (1st installment)" - 2005-10-03, 6:38 p.m. Well, I guess you guys want to know the "details" on everything that's been going on with me. I guess I should start from the hard times, since that's what got me to the bliss that I'm in mow. Well, I had this apartment in a really nice area of where I live. I rented it with three other girls who I worked with at one time and everything was "interesting," to say the least. Well, one of the girls moved out and we had to replace her - she lost her job and moved back home. We started interviewing candidates for the room and had narrowed it down to two people - a girl that I really liked and the girl who eventually moved in. I didn't pick the girl who moved in - I could tell that she was drama from the point that she came and looked at the apartment. But the other two were set on her moving in, so I was kind of complacent about the whole thing. I thought, "As long as she pays the rent and keeps up with her bills, I don't give a shit." I was SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO wrong. This chick threw loud parties on days that we all had to go to work. She stole everyone's food like it was cute. She was disrespectful, disgusting and just an all around wretched person. One night, she threw a party and because her friends stopped up the toilet, they thought it was "cute" to piss in the bathtub, WHILE MY OTHER ROOMMATE'S FATHER WAS VISITING! It was just really, REALLY stupid. Well, because of all of that Sarah's (my other roommate, who is actually a good friend of mine) dad forced her to move out of the apartment. Candace (the third chick, who had actually formed an alliance with this girl (I still to this day think that she's a closet racist)) knew that if Sarah left, I was out the door. Well, Sarah told the landlord that she was being forced to move out and he called this meeting saying that she had to either pay $1200 or we could break the lease, but not get our deposit back. Candace tried to play the martyr as always, acting like she had nothing to do with the reason we all wanted to leave, but ironically Susan (the wretched bitch that moved into my apartment) and Candace had been causing all of the problems - Candace actually started causing problems well before Susan moved in, but that's another story that would take me HOURS to type - Candace is just crazy, remember that. Well, the landlord told us that we had to make a decision, but privately gave me the option of rerenting the apartment if I was able to find 3 more people who wanted to sign the lease with me. I was like "Cool." Well, as luck would have it, I found the other three people and everything was all set.... so I thought. Then the story gets a little hectic. -Blessings
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