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Oriah Mountain Dreamer
July 12, 2010, 7:35 pm
Filed under: Family and Friends

     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 be 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 center of your sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from cause 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, be realistic, 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 at 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 center of the fire with me and not step 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 apart.  I want to know if you can be alone with yourself, and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

By Indian Elder

Note:  While redesigning the notebook I include in my bereavement packets, I had to retype the piece, “Oriah Mountain Dreamer.”  This touched me so deeply that I wanted to share it tonight with all of you on my blog.  I hope “I can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade ir or fix it.”    

—Rosemary

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You are such an inspiration to so many people and I love you dearly!!! There are times I wish I had never met you and Luther, due to the situations we were all going through, but I am forever thankful that we found you……..or you found us!!!

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