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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. | It's a very lonely year Saturday. 9.15.07 2:01 pm Well, this is the end of week three. A lot has happened, a lot is going on and a lot has still yet to occur. After a lot of ups and downs, I have boiled it all down to one cause of unhappiness... loneliness. It's not the being busy from 7am-9pm and it's not the stress caused spats with friends or co-workers, and it's not the never ending extra things that need to be fit into my schedule or the waking up at 6:30am to go to the gym... that I actually enjoy because it's the one time of my day that I can breath and enjoy just being by myself. It's the disconnectedness from friends, from people, from loved ones. It's the fact that after three years on this campus I have already met pretty much everyone I will ever meet, and that I have run out of "could be friends". It's the fact that all of the people I relied on, enjoyed spending time with, have become too busy themselves and that no one really has the initiative to plan time out to spend together. So that is what I did this morning while procrastinating a paper I have to write. I called up three people and left messages telling them when I was available and that I really wanted to spend time with them next week. I need that. I need that connection. I think I've lost part of myself, part of that respectable, level headed person I am always trying to become. I feel extremely fragil, like I will break at any moment, give in, fail to be the person I could be, fail to find good things out of unfavorable circumstances. The only thing that keeps me going is the eye on the future, that this IS worth something. I think coffee, caffeine more specifically acts as an anti-depressant for me. That and exercise. It really does, and I'm surprised people haven't made this connection, or perhaps they have and it just never went anywhere. It's a stimulant and a stimulant awakens your overall awareness, reduces pain perception and increases blood flow. Perhaps that fake feeling of energy, of attentiveness, is enough to change one's perceived mood. Don't we often associate the lack of energy, of being able to concentrate or pain with it being a bad thing, something to do with our mood and not just a state of bodily functioning? Maybe we over generalize these things. I really like having a fish here on my desk. I can always look over at it to know that someone is keeping my company. He is so active most of the time too, he doesn't just float around but flirts perpetually with my frog figurine that my parents got me two years ago to remind me to relax. I couldn't imagine what the fish must think of it's existance, and I feel bad at times for keeping it in such a bowl. I know that it keeps doing laps to figure out why it can see things outside of it, distorted images by the glass and the water, but why, on the other side, there are things it can't touch. That must be a very frustrating existance... kind of how I feel at these days though-- there is so much just over the glass pane that I feel like I will never be able to touch. Well I'm off to check out the town Village Fest. Then back to study Drugs and Behavior, and then hopefully finish this paper. 3 Comments. i just feel i need more time for myself. it seems i have been spending too much on time on too many things that my inner self is screaming for privacy. i'm just on the other hand of u. » renaye on 2007-09-16 09:08:52 i think that when your days are so full they just slip by and before you know it, it's oct and you have no idea what happened to the first part of the semester. I hope your year getting better my dear. » GooseGirl on 2007-10-02 09:09:22 What words... 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