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LiveJournal for gazing at the stars and listening to the waltz.
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| Thursday, December 10th, 2015 |
| Friday, January 7th, 2011 |
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I'm in the home stretch of Why Does He Do That?, which I really need my own copy of some day so I can dog-ear and underline (I borrowed this copy from my mentor so that'd be unspeakably rude). Sadly I am 23/23 in the PBS queueueueueueue so it's going to be a while. ( So I want to just sort of throw out a few things here for my own cogitation/later education ) |
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| Saturday, December 6th, 2008 |
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love > fear heels > flats Wyclef > homework |
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| Thursday, August 30th, 2007 |
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The Invitation by Oriah Mountain Dreamer 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 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 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's 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 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 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 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. ** Yes. I can't even begin to articulate how much of the perfect spot I'm in, or how much I feel like I've been hit by a train. So I'm going to go eat stir fry, celebrate O's birthday, and read as much as I can of 200 pages between now and 12 hours from now. |
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LiveJournal for gazing at the stars and listening to the waltz.
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azucar.