An Invitation

Welcome!  Please take a moment and read the poem below.

 

“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 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 center of your own sorrow or if you have been opened by life's betrayals or 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, 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 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 or mine, and stand still 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 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 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.

 

Although Oriah may not have had this in mind when she wrote this poem, for me, this poem captures the essence of what journaling is about. 

Journaling invites you to put aside the external, the titles, the masks and be your authentic self.  It invites to explore deeper, connect deeper, express deeper.  The blank pages call for you to show up as YOU in a bold and unapologetic way.

My desire with this blog is to explore navigating life’s challenges, changes and celebrations with a personal growth perspective and share how I use journaling and other techniques as a companion for the journey.  I invite you to dive in with an open mind and open heart.

Let's begin...

 

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