2 Driving to Penryn this afternoon, I became stuck in a traffic queue. Serendipitously, we stopped beside another field full of Narcissi and I managed to get a photo. Never mind how many fields like this I see, each one makes me smile!
3 It is a strange and rather lovely thing that Bloggers become friends across the oceans and through the ether. We learn about each other’s lives, loves, happinesses and sadnesses and we support each other through our blogs and our comments. One of my good blogger friends recently sent me this beautiful, moving and ultimately strengthening prose poem. There is a note from the writer at the end and a link to further explanation from her.
The InvitationOriah Mountain DreamerIt 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, be realistic, 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.
Message from Oriah Mountain Dreamer
While I am pleased that this piece, “The Invitation”, has spoken to many others and happy that it is being shared, I would ask that you honour the original by sharing it as it was written.
I am a teacher and writer living in Toronto with my two teenage sons. While my family history includes stories of Scottish, German and Native American descent I am a Canadian woman, and not an Indian elder as has sometimes been reported, being neither old enough nor wise enough to claim the status of elder for any people. I have had the privilege of studying with and learning from the wisdom of Native American elders who gave me the medicine name, Mountain Dreamer. My first book, “Confessions of a Spiritual Thrillseeker”, is currently out of print. I am now working on a book entitled “The Invitation”, expanding on the thoughts and teachings held within this smaller piece. “Dreams of Desire” is a small collection of poetry available only through Mountain Dreaming.
Oriah Mountain Dreamer