because my spirit moves me

…because my 55th year on this planet will be a year of world travel for me….touching ground in 7 countries in 9 weeks…from here to Abu Dhabi to India to either Qatar or Dubai to Kenya to Zanzibar to Tanzania, back to Kenya and then landing somewhere in Europe before flying home….

…because plans are in the works to teach in Australia and Bali next year….

…because I was given travel brochures from Spain and was told “put your group together and go for it”, “it” being a yoga retreat in the Pyranees, in a place where there are no border guards and you can walk back and forth from Spain to France…another sign that this is what I am meant to do….

…because I saw the movie Julie & Julia yesterday, a movie about two women — one young, one who was my age when she found herself — finding their passions and rebirthing themselves….

…because I will anoint myself with water from the holiest river in India….

…because I dance with wildness knowing that I would rather fail at the right thing than succeed at things that are not right for me….

…and because I like Dead Can Dance.

enjoy.

The Invitation
(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 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 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
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.


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5 thoughts on “because my spirit moves me

  1. I love Dead Can Dance also. And I definitely want to know where you're teaching when you come to Melbourne because I'll be there!! 🙂

    The poem, BTW, is beautiful.

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  2. As a first-time reader of your blog, I have to say that I am EXTREMELY jealous of all the traveling that you're about to do.

    And I loved Julie & Julia – it sort of inspired me to start a blog, which is how I found yours 🙂

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