ORIAH MOUNTAIN DREAMER
Indian Elder
"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 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, be realistic, or 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. I want to know if you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy. I want to know if you can see beauty
even when it is not pretty everyday, and if you can source your
life 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 a 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 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.
by Oriah Mountain Dreamer
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Note by the author of the above prose:
"I am a teacher and writer living in Toronto with
my two teenage sons. While my family history includes stories
of Scottish, German and Native American descent I am a Canadian
woman, and not an 'Indian elder' as has sometimes been reported,
being neither old enough nor wise enough to claim the status
of 'elder' for any people."
If you have any questions concerning this essay, please
contact the following:
From Dreams of Desire, 1995
by Oriah House. All Rights Reserved.
Published by Mountain Dreaming
300 Coxwell Avenue
Box 22546
Toronto, Ontario Canada
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