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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. | solitary confinement Thursday. 5.17.07 7:01 pm If I were ever to be locked up in solitary confinement then I would certainly commit suicide. NO doubt about it, I would find some way I am sure. These past four days at home have been whitling away at my sanity, exponentially increasingly fast. Today was the worst of them all. Mostly because I feel so unaccomplished. All I do is waste time until I can go to bed, which consists of a lot of unnecessary eating, watching Grey's by my lonesome, reading a book that makes me laugh and cry of keith-sickness (get it, instead of homesickness) every page, going online and looking up random shit like online blue print tools to design my dream house I have had layed out in my head since I was 12, and eating again. I know I should be enjoying this "down time" because I will not always have this luxery to do absolutely squat... however the lack of human contact is driving me insane! When I was at a boring 3 hour orientation this morning at the med center I found it upon myself to smile at every gosh darn person who walked through the main doors because I just found human behavior and liveliness so darn entertaining I almost had to contain myslf from busting out laughing half the time. I also took it upon myself to strike up conversation with just about anyone who had at least one functioning ear. I'm crabby, I'm sad, I'm lonely, I'm bored, I'm just not living life to its fullest, for anyone's sake let alone mine. This is not helping me relax or calm down, actually it is doing quite the opposite. This afternoon I was give quite an annoying anxiety attack. Thank goodness Keith was around for a bit to talk... gosh I miss him mucho, and then Kate called to see how my orientation went and to give me the scoop on the latest brandon fiasco. Now she is making me pack her suitcase for her because she over packs and I am trying to convincer her that three pairs of shoes is quite sufficient for a 9 day trip, not five pairs. sheesh, girls! This is where my needing a dog comes into play. I would be able to give it so much attention right now and I just want to go for a nice relaxing walk and I cannot do that without someone else being with me or walking a dog. By myself I feel stupid just meandering around so I have to power walk it. So, I am just not walking... damn, I need a freaking dog. I'll probably be able to work at Spinner's again, which is good, although the driving kind of sucks but I think at this point that over rides any other options. My wish for a career related slightly more interesting job has not appeared as I had hoped for, so housekeeping it is. I like the physicality of it at least. So even until I get a car if I can get volunteering in around 3pm then I can go to work, go to the gym, shower there and go volunteer just with a bunch of sweaty clothes in a bag, hopefully coordinate my schedule with David A so he goes to lift when I get done so i can lift as well and then he can drive me home if need be. When I do get a car I can do the same thing but leave the clothes in the car and drive myself home. We'll see though, anything could happen and even though it's only been four days of uncertainty, it feels like a month and I hate it! That is what is probably bothering me most next to the no human interaction. Plus, I don't yet have anything to really look foward to because I don't know what I can plan since I don't know my schedule yet. I would like to be as busy as possible in June so that it goes super fast while Keith is in Spain. NYC would be nice and so would the beach, however that will all depend upon people, and work and volunteering.... so I'm not holding my breath. Anyways, I really want to go walk a dog right now. darnit! I wouldn't even mind picking up the poop at this point. Yup, that's it, I've resigned to a poop scooper wanna be.. as long as it gives me a dog. I think it could be my maternal instincts that I have just been dying to kick me over for the past year especially. Knowing that I should not have babies right now or for the next five years at least, then I go for the next best thing-- a canine. Other pets are too independent, but a dog, they can sense your feelings, take care of you, need your care and training and affection and are great walking companions. Well certain breeds are like English labs, they are also great for therapy or rescueing. I want my dog to be able to do that too. *sighhhhhhhhhhhhh* I reallly want a dog. Can you tell? 2 Comments. I congratulate, what excellent answer. 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