Hi Readers of Gracie’s Page. The following is something that is pretty
deep but one of my favorite writings of all times. I had this tucked away
for years and just ran across it when I was going through one of my
boxes of “sentimental stuff”. I find it very moving and I enjoy it each
time I read it and wanted to share it with you. I hope you enjoy it as
much as I do. Take care and hope you keep coming back to see what I
write or share of things I read and find.
“The Invitation”
Oriah Mountain Dreamer,
From A Passion for the Possible
By Jean Houston
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 still risk
looking like a fool for life, 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 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 a 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. I want to
know if you can be faithless and therefore be trustworthy. I want to
know if you can see beauty even when it is not pretty every day, and if
you can source your life from ITS presence. I want to know if you can
live with failure, yours and mine, and stand on the edge of a lake and
shout 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
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.
deep but one of my favorite writings of all times. I had this tucked away
for years and just ran across it when I was going through one of my
boxes of “sentimental stuff”. I find it very moving and I enjoy it each
time I read it and wanted to share it with you. I hope you enjoy it as
much as I do. Take care and hope you keep coming back to see what I
write or share of things I read and find.
“The Invitation”
Oriah Mountain Dreamer,
From A Passion for the Possible
By Jean Houston
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 still risk
looking like a fool for life, 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 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 a 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. I want to
know if you can be faithless and therefore be trustworthy. I want to
know if you can see beauty even when it is not pretty every day, and if
you can source your life from ITS presence. I want to know if you can
live with failure, yours and mine, and stand on the edge of a lake and
shout 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
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.
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