tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-92082983910396107622024-02-07T06:39:14.342-05:00Darcey DailyDarceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00911904693831620386noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208298391039610762.post-31518085129739283092010-06-22T00:11:00.005-04:002012-05-04T09:28:14.600-04:00The Invitation<i>Thank you Lora for sharing this poem with me... </i><br />
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<b>The Invitation</b>
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<b>by Oriah Mountain Dreamer</b><br />
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It doesn't interest me
<br />
what you do for a living.
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I want to know what you ache for
<br />
and if you dare to dream <br />
of meeting
your heart's longing.
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It doesn't interest me how old you are.
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I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
<br />
for love
<br />
for your dream
<br />
for the adventure of being alive.
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It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon...
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I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow
<br />
if you have been opened by life's betrayals
<br />
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.
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I want to know if you can sit with pain
<br />
mine or your own
<br />
without moving to hide it
<br />
or fade it
or fix it.
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I want to know if you can be with joy
<br />
mine or your own
<br />
if you can dance with wildness
<br />
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
<br />
without cautioning us
<br />
to be careful
<br />
to be realistic
<br />
to remember the limitations of being human.
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It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me
is true.
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I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
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If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
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If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.
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I want to know if you can see Beauty
<br />
even when it is not pretty
every day.
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And if you can source your own life
<br />
from its presence.
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I want to know if you can live with failure<br />
yours and mine
<br />
and still stand at the edge of the lake
<br />
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
"Yes."
<br />
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It doesn't interest me
to know where you live <br />
or how much money you have.
<br />
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
<br />
weary and bruised to the bone
<br />
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.
<br />
<br />
It doesn't interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
<br />
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
<br />
and not shrink back.<br />
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It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom
you have studied.
<br />
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
<br />
when all else falls away.
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I want to know if you can be alone
with yourself
<br />
and if you truly like the company you keep
<br />
in the empty moments.Darceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00911904693831620386noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9208298391039610762.post-85752216664417831222010-06-08T22:11:00.008-04:002015-03-16T19:05:14.271-04:00The Lost Tooth<div>
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We realized this as I was tucking her into bed. She had taken her tooth from the tiny tooth-shaped container, which was sitting on the coffee table, to play with it. As fate would have it, I vacuumed the living room earlier tonight. So there's a chance the tooth is somewhere inside my Dyson. I guess I won't win Mother of the Year because I did not, at bedtime, offer to sift through the questionable contents of the vacuum cleaner to find the wayward tooth. </div>
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She was too tired to care and stuck the empty tooth-shaped container under her pillow. I said I'd leave a note for the tooth fairy to explain.<br />
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I'm pretty sure the tooth fairy is cool and will leave a trail of pixie dust and a crisp dollar bill. </div>
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