Monday, January 02, 2006

The Invitation

It doesn’t matter 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 dreams, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring in 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 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 a 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.

I want to know if you can be faithful and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see beauty even if it’s not pretty every day,
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 moon,

It doesn’t interest me 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, 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 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.

~© Oriah Mountain Dreamer-1999-From the book "The Invitation"~


Melissa said...

Hi Smiley :)

Just wanted to stop in and say thanks for the post on my site.

These families need our prayers tonight.

Southern Boy said...


Just got in from watching the game.

Thot you might be on.

SmileyTD said...

Hey, Melissa. Thanks for stopping by. The latest news on the miners isn't sounding very good. I'm still hoping that through some miracle, they'll be found and brought out alive. Thanks again for posting the information on that.

Hello, hello, Southern Boy! I must have just missed you by a few minutes....turned in around 1:15. I knew I should have stayed up a little while longer. :P haha Hope you enjoyed the game.

Melissa said...

I have deleted my blogs.

I can no longer be a part of something that allows such hatred to grow. While I have made some good friends, most could not get past what they had read about me in the local paper.

The sad part is it wasn't just me that they hated or had something negative to say about. I regret that with many visitors to each blog daily, the outside world thinks of us as ignorant hillbillies who are using this great internet to always belitte someone else.

Maybe this will change and maybe it won't. Who knows. I just choose not to provide a place for it to grow any longer.

This is being posted on three blogs. Rose's, George's and Smiley's.

Melissa said...

That mug is quite nice :) I might have to get one for an Aunt of mine who collects coffee cups :)

Very Excellent Job Smiley :)

Melissa said...

yufuzi said...

With a post like that, I can't believe no one commented on the post itself. Such longing, such passion, such profundity... By the end, I was ready to ask for the opportunity to answer each and every question while my own soul ached for acceptance.

Southern Boy said...


I think your soul mate just came in.