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The Invitation



The Invitation

In 2017 I lived in Lancaster, Pennsylvania USA and I had the opportunity to enjoy an astrology reading. As part of the reading she introduced me to this poem. She said if I wanted to get a measurement of where I am at that I should read the poem. I promised I would. She insisted I read it at that very moment and out loud to her.


I read the poem out loud and to this day will always remember the lines that I struggle with, cried through and shocked myself by the reaction.


That she said - is where you need healing today.




“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 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 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 faithful, 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 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 to know 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 or 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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