The Invitation

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My first pedicure! hahah… So much fun. I have done everything to de-emphasize these toes for the last 30 years because Mom always said they were really ugly. But they are just fine, not too shabby, eh? I picked out the color for this Christmas, OPI’s An Affair in a Red Square. It reminds me of Dorothy’s red shoes in Wizard of Oz. For these toes, my Marco had his first collision. While I was in the spa with Deanna, Marco rolled back into some other car in the parking lot. The nice U-village security pushed him back to the spot and wedged a log under one of his wheels. So sweet of them. I apparently didn’t pull the hand break hard enough and caused this. Poor babe. Over the weekend I gave him a bath at Brown Bear, where he met a ’03 apple red cooper name Puk. :)

Anyways, I really digressed. I wanted to post this poem for my friends because it has been an inspiration for me.

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 sorrow.
If you have been opened by life’s betrayals,
or have 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,
or 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 self

I want to know if you can be faithful and therefore be trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty even when it is not pretty everyday,
and if you can source your life from God’s presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine,
and still stand on the edge of a lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes!”

It doesn’t interest me 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 for the children.

It doesn’t interest me who you are, 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.

Hope this poem gives you strength as it did for me. Hope you will find, or be reaffirmed, that there is something more to life than the shallow surface ups and downs. Losses are temporary while integrity is eternal. You stand up unyieldingly for the truth and it’s ever expanding as your actions build characters of those around you.

Pure joy is always here within us. It’s built up by the pillars of integrity and purity of heart. It’s nurtured by the strength within. It’s filled with a deep belief that life is complete and all is well for you.

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