My fingers are pulsating

A new friend in the making has lead me to a very interesting thread about American Indian Spirituality. What I am quoting below has really resonated with me. It is not only what I am asking, but maybe what we all should be asking.


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 in 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 shriveled and closed from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit in 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 tip 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're 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 every day, and if you can source your life from God's presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of a 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 for the children.

It doesn't interest me who you are, 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.


--- The Invitation - By Oriah Mountain Dreamer - (A Native American Elder)

Thanks Jag.....I'm still wading through the readings.

Hey there 2k

Ahhhh to be honest i dont remember where you are from. sorry but have fun tonight

2K hope you are feeling ok after yesterday. Sometimes are bodies get shocked and you dont feel it till later

Sup Sup....It's Friday morning here...TGIF

yea my lil man seemed a littlle freaked out...calling ins...at 10
ish.. Thank you (((((chele))))

Meooooooow.........



Good morning Michele......

K Mikey I bid you adieu .......I have to go back to my queendom but I will be back later.....the natives are getting restless.........

Bedtime for me see u

Night Mikey. Nice talking to you

Bedtime for me see u

Isnt this beautiful?????????????????

Just a Dope piece.. Mate,thought I would share...enjoy. Have a great day/evening