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I am having some crafting downtime(really its a tantrum) just because......
Well am working on a bag tutorial with zips and its doing my head in. All the steps, what comes first etc etc. So I thought I'd give it a miss a rest for a while and focus on my other interests and heres one of them poetry
I stumbled on this one a while ago and it has fast become one of my all time favourites. Hope you enjoy as much as I do
The Invitation by Oriah Mountain Dreamer
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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 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, be realistic,
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,âYes.â
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.
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Thanks for leaving a comment on my blog. Have had a quick look through some of your posts and they look very interesting, will be back to read more.
Posted by: jo | July 21, 2008 at 08:11 AM
Sorry to hear you are having problems with writing a tutorial. I imagine it is a very difficult thing to do. I've never worked out how to put a zip in the top of a bag, it sent me mad trying to work it out.
Maybe you will feel better after a break from it.
Posted by: maria | July 21, 2008 at 08:50 PM
Thanks Maria. It was a mini tantrum really and the sun was shinning and i wanted to be out there and i didnt want to be in doors etc etc. But ive calmed down now and once am out of the sun i will be back on it. :-)
Oge
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Posted by: oge | July 22, 2008 at 07:29 PM
Hi Jo
Looking forward to seeing more of you
Oge
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Posted by: oge | July 22, 2008 at 07:30 PM
What a lovely poem; I'll need to read it a few times, I think. The thing about tantrums is that they clear your head and get you back on track - after you stop feeling like you should be over having tantrums ;o). Good luck with the rest of the tut - looking forward to it...
Posted by: Judy | July 24, 2008 at 03:37 PM
Hehe Judy some candid observation there. Once i got over myself and admitted that i'd rather be out in the suuun-shine tantrum over. Tut on its way soon. Well as soon as the weather switches
Oge
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Posted by: oge | July 24, 2008 at 06:46 PM
Hi Oge !
This is really fun...and a bit freaky ?! maybe : I have selected this poem for this week's Thoughtful Friday ! It should appear on the screen at 00:00 :)
What are the odds ?!
Anyway, this is a great poem. I just discovered it a couple of days ago and couldn't help reading it again and again.
Let go of the frustrating bag tutorial for now, go and breathe the nice summer air !
Posted by: mycraftyways | July 25, 2008 at 01:19 AM
Great poem - I've read it a couple of times now. Its very thoughtful.
I admire anyone who can write tutorials - I'd probably miss half the steps out!
I've awarded you the Brilliant Weblog Award for your text and photos - please check out my blog when you have a minute.
Have a great weekend!
Anne x
Posted by: Anne | July 25, 2008 at 11:12 AM