...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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"It's a brand new day" - 2004-11-22, 4:16 p.m. It's a new day,... and every moment in that new day is a gift. Whether it be filled with happiness or overloaded with challenges, it's still a brand new day... and the next day will be a brand new day and so on and so on. That's my inspiration for starting this diary: to allow reflection on the current moment and remember that the new day is coming. It's coming as fast as the day before it has passed and the day that exists at this single, solitary moment will disappear into history. It's a brand new day... You're alive. Do something. The directive in life, the moral imperative was so uncomplicated. It could be expressed in single words, not complete sentences. It sounded like this: Look. Listen. Choose. Act. And remembering that is half of the battle. As I go through my daily struggles, I realized that the diary that I had before had turned into a big lament on love and work and other things. Now, I'm not saying that entries in this diary won't turn into some of the same things,... but in the end I can still be thankful in the fact that as fast as I can type the things that are on my mind about the situations that enter my life, that's the exact same speed that they will go away and make room for much more incredible blessings and hope-filled moments. I bask in the beauty of the upcoming future and celebrate the things that make me beautiful... and intelligent... and sassy.... and full of life. And although every now and then life experiences make me want to scream, I have faith in the fact that all things in life reach equilibrium and as struggles come, moments of relaxation are sure to follow. So this is my introduction to my new diary. Please enjoy the reads and feel free to drop me a line or two and I'll be sure to respond. Blessings! =) -Blessings
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