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Mountain Dreamer Speaks

      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 faithful and therefore be 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.

     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.

    Oriah, Mountain Dreamer, Indian Elder

--
Duane L. McCormick

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