PhoebeDance

Who I'd like to meet:

An Invitation It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what else 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've touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it, or if you have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain - mine or your own. I want to know if you can be with joy; if you can dance with wildness, and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes, without cautioning you 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 loyal, and therefore, trustworthy. 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 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 still 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 Orion Mountain Dreamer. oh, and I wouldn't for a second mind meeting Edith Piaf, Diane Arbus, or Lucille Ball. They inspire me everyday.