Thursday, November 12, 2009

The Invitiation

I've been incredibly introspective this week, not because of any one big thing but rather several smaller ones. It seems as though whenever I happen to find myself in this frame of mind my blogging suffers. While I could post little snippets or vignettes of whats been happening in my life this week, by the time sit down to write I know I couldn't do those thoughts the justice they deserve. Does anyone else ever seem to have that problem? Instead of posting a meme or letting another day pass without posting, I thought I would share a beautiful poem that Ashley shared with me via twitter a few weeks ago. Its one of those things that I needed to read right at that moment and has been rolling around in my head ever since. The poem is just one of those beautiful pieces of art that challenges you to think.

The Invitation
by 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 dreams, 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 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's 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, 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 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.

13 comments:

Commchick said...

Beautiful....I don't know what else to say....

enjoy1 said...

I like you blog very much.

SoMi's Nilsa said...

I know when I have big things swimming around in my head, I pretty much have to focus on them and only them. It reminds me of one Halloween. I was in the middle of making a big career choice and had to focus on that ... to the point where I sent a friend visiting from out of town out with my friends because I just couldn't fathom dressing up!

Kyla Roma said...

Good luck with everything you have in your head & heart.

And on an unrelated note, if I changed my middle name to Mountain, do you think that kind of poetry would just start to happen? ;)

Little Fish said...

I love it, especially:

"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."

Ashley said...

SO good.

Sigh.

Lisa from Lisa's Yarns said...

Wow. So good. I should print this out & keep in around as a reminder of what I am looking for. So well said.

EP said...

Wow. It's been a really long time since I've read that poem. When I was in middle school/early high school, one of my friends shared it with me, and I wrote it down to put in my locker. I haven't read it since I graduated.

Thanks for sharing, lady!

raeleighjo/bigskygirlmt said...

my friend angie asked me to read this at her wedding and i thought it was the most gorgeous piece of literature i had ever read. sigh. love. thanks for sharing!

Bayjb said...

What a lovely poem! I totally understand how blogging becomes second when your mind is distracted. Let me know if you ever want to chat.

AshleyD said...

I want to meet more people who think like this.

Auburn Kat said...

One question I always ask in my head about a man or a friend is.."will you be there for me if I get sick?"

I think the answer to that question answers a lot about a person.

Cate said...

Love it, and a wonderful reminder for all of us.