Posts tagged #Value

the invitation [from oriah].

eb9db27a509ba8523cf30b07969d4187"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 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, 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's 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 on 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 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."

-Oriah Mountain Dreamer

 

copious (adj).

1ba438b541dc46efb4cdf5edcf36537bIf you look closely you will see that the world is full of these things: treasures written on scraps of paper, second guesses, birthday cake, standing in line, girls thinking about boys, the ocean, stubbornness, coffee beans and waiting for summer, soccer games, highways. The world is full of people trying to get to work on time.

custom (n).

a1a14d3fb36b7898c7ff87ad7ac58723We all do this really dumb thing. We have [probably] met that person we see standing in line for coffee in the morning, or three tables down at dinner, or in that clothing store, or at the beach or the laundromat, or the fruit section or [worse] in the chip aisle. We met at Katie's birthday, or Sam's house warming, or John's friend's random date to that work function you went to because Audrey didn't want to go alone, or stuck on the fourth level of the sky dome trying to leave the Jay's game and everything was bottle necked and so we bantered about how tourists don't know how to walk for about twenty minutes. Or we haven't even met, but I know you're friends with Sarah and you know I'm friends with Sarah, mostly from Facebook stalking the cottage weekend one of us didn't get to go to. So now we are faced with this weird dilemma, a few months later, in the coffee line/ restaurant/ store/ nectarine bin, and we probably take out our phone, or we don't make eye contact, or we get really busy looking for something in our bags. Why do we do that? Why do we not want to be the one who is not remembered so strongly that we don't take the opportunity to make sure someone knows that they made an impression, if not that you just remember their name? Why do we not take that simple opportunity to acknowledge our five minutes of previous interaction, because sometimes we are just looking for an unexpected hello to get us through the day.