• The Invitation

    The Invitation

    Today is Election Day in the U.S. And we have no clue for whom we are voting. We can think we know, as in how we single gals read profiles of or are otherwise introduced to potential single mates and we think we know if they are “the one”. Or as in the prospective job seeker that searches the Help Wanted and conducts an interview or two or three. We have information, indications and sometimes “real” data to suggest how we will be best suited — for love, for money, for our constitutional rights.

    We are in a wonderful time here in the Western world. We live our life with freedom of speech and the means (more and more means everyday – hello elio) to talk, to discuss, to engage in conversations about anything and everything. How we choose to use these means, happy pet pics or snarly put downs or lambasting sports players, is really up to each of us. And perhaps it is a time, an invitation to truly express who and what and where and why and how we can live together in a better way. Perhaps besides sharing recipes and DIY tips, we can share how we feel and what we want for our self, for our families, for our communities, for our world. Share in ways we can come together. Share as in how we are one.

    It starts with I. About me, myself, and I. That trio, that team, that ensemble that is central in every relationship, every action, every consequence. The one that no matter whom we elect, date, work or otherwise be engaged with is going to be there. Who is that person? Who am I in this equation of life?

    I offer here The Invitation as a poem to take you to the one you want to be. The one you want to be with. The one you want to share, care, vote, eat, sleep, be with. And full disclosure — there are a couple little scratchy parts for me with this poem — I do personally want to know what planets square your moon and I am quite curious about how you came to be here. That aside, there is such incredible wisdom and insight offered from this wonderful woman and our Canadian neighbor to our north. Grab a line or two. Let them serve your trio of me, myself and I.

    Here’s an invitation to you to be the best candidate for your best life.

    To build a platform for conversation and exchange that brings us together as one.

    Vote today along the path of The Poet’s Way

    Start Authentically
    who are you, what do you stand for, who do you stand with and for

    Explore Creatively
    where are your “others”, those making a their voices known, where do you add light and knowledge and expressions of how to make life better, how do you join them

    Live Expressively
    run for your life, to it, in it, for it; be the winning candidate, voice, act and be free to make a difference, to show a difference, to embrace the differences

    We vote everyday by being awake. Live awake.
    We need your kind. Join us in The Poet’s Way Community.

    I want to know if you will stand

    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 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.

    – Oriah Mountain Dreamer