The Invitation
by Oriah
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 centre of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals, or have become shrivelled 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 is 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 at 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 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.
Thank you, Johann.
Every time I read this I smile because I’ve asked these same questions and few have been willing to stand in the fire. Thank you for reminding me.
This is new to me. It beautifully encapsulates many of the things I would like to ask a new acquaintance, but know I would get even odder looks than usual if I were to try. Why do so many seem to resist what’s most important? Thank you for posting this.
Sunni posted about this at her blog and I’ve commented there. I can appreciate the desire for authenticity reflected in this mini-essay, but I perceive a dark side as well…
Peter,
Your comment here reminds me of our conversation a few years ago about the role of suffering in life…
Joshua
Interesting, I had not made that connection. You’ve given me more to think about. Perhaps one of these days a blog post will emerge from that thinking…