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The Invitation- 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 centre of your own sorrow if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shrivelled 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 at 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 centre 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. What you need to know
Name: Meggyo Status: in a relationship Occupation: student at Slippery Rock Unviersity Majors: exercise science and enlgish lit Location: Hershey PA for now Who I am: a ridiculous short girl who is trying to live the most now while looking so eagerly foward to the rest of her life Where I wish I was: in his arms Current question: should I stop wishing for things to go back to how they used to be? Song of the day: ps. if this is austin by Brad Paisley The Dance- OMD
I have sent you my invitation, the note inscribed on the palm of my hand by the fire of living. Don’t jump up and shout, “Yes, this is what I want! Let’s do it!” Just stand up quietly and dance with me. Show me how you follow your deepest desires, spiraling down into the ache within the ache, and I will show you how I reach inward and open outward to feel the kiss of the Mystery, sweet lips on my own, every day. Don’t tell me you want to hold the whole world in your heart. Show me how you turn away from making another wrong without abandoning yourself when you are hurt and afraid of being unloved. Tell me a story of who you are, and see who I am in the stories I live. And together we will remember that each of us always has a choice. Don’t tell me how wonderful things will be . . . some day. Show me you can risk being completely at peace, truly okay with the way things are right now in this moment, and again in the next and the next and the next. . . I have heard enough warrior stories of heroic daring. Tell me how you crumble when you hit the wall, the place you cannot go beyond by the strength of your own will. What carries you to the other side of that wall, to the fragile beauty of your own humanness? And after we have shown each other how we have set and kept the clear, healthy boundaries that help us live side by side with each other, let us risk remembering that we never stop silently loving those we once loved out loud. Take me to the places on the earth that teach you how to dance, the places where you can risk letting the world break your heart. And I will take you to the places where the earth beneath my feet and the stars overhead make my heart whole again and again. Show me how you take care of business without letting business determine who you are. When the children are fed but still the voices within and around us shout that soul’s desires have too high a price, let us remind each other that it is never about the money. Show me how you offer to your people and the world the stories and the songs you want our children’s children to remember. And I will show you how I struggle not to change the world, but to love it. Sit beside me in long moments of shared solitude, knowing both our absolute aloneness and our undeniable belonging. Dance with me in the silence and in the sound of small daily words, holding neither against me at the end of the day. And when the sound of all the declarations of our sincerest intentions has died away on the wind, dance with me in the infinite pause before the next great inhale of the breath that is breathing us all into being, not filling the emptiness from the outside or from within. Don’t say, “Yes!” Just take my hand and dance with me. | time... Thursday. 2.9.06 8:06 am So here I am at my office hours "wasting time" however if you think about it, if I am not mentally sound then this might actually be more important than calling a bunch of places, plus I can do that after. Well, I've been working on the whole, not talking about people's situations to people minus my parents (well I was bored so I figured I'd give you a call Pops), and I've been working on the "picking your battles" and I've been working on the "giving you space" and the end result has eqaulled something like "All I want is you but all I can do is push away cuz it hurts less that way somehow, staying busy helps too and I get engrossly involved in some "project" of mine whether that is hw, knitting or whatever, it distracts me long enough to pretend I forget about what happened and move on" There's this constant battle where my old self comes out more often than is probably good for me, but again, it's how I used to solve everything... I just don't talk. Not like I used to be a mute or anything but I never expressed myself through words, just movement or just in silent thought. Growing up I never felt comfortable enough talking, then as I got older, moved to PA... it got easier and easier, until now when I am afraid to talk again cuz when I do, if it is about something that is really bothering me, it just gets turned around into "Meghan you're an idiot and here are all the reasons why, here's why you're being irrational and here's why you have no point to prove or any reason to be upset" Not to say that people can't disagree with me, my parents do it all the time, but to take a feeling and turn it into facts and dates and specific examples demeans that emotions are at all relevant. Sorry I am not like some people who just live their lives too afraid to feel anything so they dont understand why people show what they feel. Maybe it's a girl thing, but I think not. So yea... I dont necessarily like the person I have become in regards to confrontations and such... just makes me overall unhappy cuz things never get resolved, and then there is the old age problem that we've been fighting for ever... something gets brought up, discussed, resolved, works for a week, then one part of the party forgets the discussion and resolution and goes right back to how they were before hand. But of course I can't bring it back up cuz jeeez Meghan let me remind you as to how you have no logic in your argument, you're an idiot! At least that is how it makes me feel. Last night was rough, but so are many other nights and it's interesting how my friends I don't even see are the ones that know about them more than anyone here does. It's cuz they are around and here they aren't. *~* doodling, silence, screaming/crying into my pillow, mad at myself, me, I, Meghan, pizza n cookies, getting engrossed in one of my "projects" till it was done, running till my lungs gave out which wasn't very long but damn it was fast, dissappointed in me and who I have become, shower, reading with the Bachelor in the background (what a demeaning show), try to sleep, dream, weird, wake up, routine... *~* My parents have this gift of hearing and knowing what is about to come before I know. Inspite of their words of hearing something wrong in my voice I always have this positive outlook like I'll prove them wrong, and then shit hits the fan no later than an hour after I hang up and a day later I realize I should've known. Well there is nothing like pretending ur happy while talking to strangers than to temporarily lift your mind off of things. I just called a bunch of places for service, however they only need like 2 or 3 volunteers. Oh well that is the Greek people's problem then finding who can go. It is probably better that way anyway. I am looking foward to hearing back from the VA Hospital. Class soon... gotta go pick up Eric. lata. My lips are chapped and my stuff is in the other bag from running last night, so damn, gotta use this rasberry lotion that tastes bad but smells good. 2 Comments. Excuse, the message is removed In it something is. 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