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| The invitation By Oriah Mountain Dreamer If I had my life over By Erma Bombeck In honour of Breast Cancer Month an in memory of Erma Bombeck who lost her fight with cancer. |
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The Invitation; By Oriah Mountain Dreamer (A native American Indian)
Submitted by K.Denton
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 in 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 centre of your own sorrow,
if you have been opened by life's betrayals or become shrivelled
and closed from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit in 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 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 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.
At some time in our life the devil within all of us wins. It is not having been in the dark house,but having
left it, that counts. President Teddy Roosevelt.
In honour of Breast Cancer Month an in memory of Erma Bombeck who lost her fight with cancer.
IF I HAD MY LIFE TO LIVE OVER (By Erma Bombeck) Submitted by Aly
I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet were stained and the sofa faded. I would
have eaten the popcorn in the GOOD living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone
wanted to light a fire in the fireplace. I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about
his youth. I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up! on a summer day because my hair
had just been teased and sprayed. I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it
melted in storage. I would have sat on the lawn with my children and not worried about grass stains. I
would have cried and laughed less while watching television and more while watching life. I would have
gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding patter if I weren’t
there for the day. I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn’t show soil or
was guaranteed to last a lifetime. Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I’d have cherished
every moment realizing that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God
in a miracle. When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, “Later, now go get washed
up for dinner.” There would have been more “I Love You’s” and more “I’m sorry’s” but mostly, given
another shot at life, I would seize every minute ….. Look at it and really see it… live it. And never give it
back.
www.reinventingmyself.com/inspiration2.html
Sonya Green: Copyright
Submitted by K.Denton
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 in 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 centre of your own sorrow,
if you have been opened by life's betrayals or become shrivelled
and closed from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit in 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 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 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.
At some time in our life the devil within all of us wins. It is not having been in the dark house,but having
left it, that counts. President Teddy Roosevelt.
In honour of Breast Cancer Month an in memory of Erma Bombeck who lost her fight with cancer.
IF I HAD MY LIFE TO LIVE OVER (By Erma Bombeck) Submitted by Aly
I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet were stained and the sofa faded. I would
have eaten the popcorn in the GOOD living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone
wanted to light a fire in the fireplace. I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about
his youth. I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up! on a summer day because my hair
had just been teased and sprayed. I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it
melted in storage. I would have sat on the lawn with my children and not worried about grass stains. I
would have cried and laughed less while watching television and more while watching life. I would have
gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding patter if I weren’t
there for the day. I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn’t show soil or
was guaranteed to last a lifetime. Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I’d have cherished
every moment realizing that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God
in a miracle. When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, “Later, now go get washed
up for dinner.” There would have been more “I Love You’s” and more “I’m sorry’s” but mostly, given
another shot at life, I would seize every minute ….. Look at it and really see it… live it. And never give it
back.
www.reinventingmyself.com/inspiration2.html
Sonya Green: Copyright
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