Thursday, August 13, 2009

I LOVe IT...

Good Morning World...The Invitation


Wanda and I /Baltimore Harbour

Good Morning World...
Thank GOD for another day.

Today I want to leave you a message that was e-mailed to me about 10 years ago.
I found it in one of my backup discs on Tuesday.
It is called "The Invitation"

In essence it is saying....it does not matter who you are, or what title you may have.
If you can survive a situation with ONLY what God has given you...You are Blessed.

Enjoy this reading, and Have A Blessed Day:

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 hearts 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 the fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your
own, without moving to hide it, fade it, or fix it.

I want to know if you can sit with joy, if you can
dance with the 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 non betray your own soul, if you can be faithless, and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see beauty, even when its
pretty, everyday, 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 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 to know 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 empty moments