The Invitation

In a time where I find myself unsure what to think, what stance to take, who to trust, I have realized that I am now more lost than ever. At a time where infinite news, stats, polls, and updates are at our fingertips, I feel so discouragingly out of the loop. I find solace and understanding in few articles I read, and most posts shared to social media platforms leave me with increasingly more questions than answers.

I don’t have the answers.

This is the only thing I’ve come to know for sure.

Our world is changing. Some of these changes leave me feeling suffocated and terrified. Others leave me feeling empowered, uplifted, and unstoppable. With every tweet, chirp, and buzz shared, my views are changing.

Today, I came across a poem that I haven’t thought about for years. I have found that it is one of my absolute favorites now just as it was the very first time I read it. It uplifts me because it resonates with my soul. It makes me feel good, smart, powerful, capable of inflicting change and emanating badass-ery.

These are the kinds of posts we need more of. The Invitation, by Oriah Mountain Dreamer is the kind of poem you can’t read just once. It’s the kind that makes you want to reach through your screen and grab hold of it, because it radiates so much glowing grace, fire, and passion. It reminds us that we are human, so we are strong.

Please; give this poem a read, and then give it another. Share it with your best friend, your son or daughter, your cranky old neighbor and your mailman. Be the reason that a spark is ignited within someone today, and share something of unfiltered substance with the world. Enjoy.

The Invitation

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 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
to be realistic
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 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.

-Oriah Mountain Dreamer

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