The invitation
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what
you ache for, and if you dare do 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 dreams, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring with 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, be realistic, or to remember the limitations of being human. It doesn’t interest me if the story you’re telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can hear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul.
I want to know if you can be faithful and therefore be trustworthy. I want to know if you can see beauty even when it is not pretty every day, and if you can source your life from God’s presence. I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of a 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 for the children.
It doesn’t interest me who you are, 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.
/Oriah mountain dreamer (from: Dreams of Desire, 1995)
Den var bra den….. 🙂 Vilken fin bild du har på dig. Grattis till snyggolito.
Kram….
Ja härlig dikt. Den syftar på livet och möten mellan människor så den där snyggolito får jag allt vänta på;)
Tack för komplimangen
Kram!
snälla,, ett mail med bild till mig:))
Fantastiskt fin bild
Kraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaam
Ska se om det går att lösa 🙂
Kram
Du skriver så kloka saker Frida. Visst är det så enkelt att klanka ner på sig själv och se de få, små brister som är kvar istället för att se allt man åstadkommit och kämpat för. Du är verkligen en inspiration.
Du är skitsnygg! On/off season, screw it, du är i bra form!
Tack killen;)
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