My husband & Oriah Mountain Dreamer

My husband, Jake, reminded me about how I used to kick his feet so that we could immediately shout, “Make-up!” & kiss & repeat…so, we have commenced doing this =)

Also, recently, when I was onstage during my sister’s wedding ceremony, sobbing uncontrollably & unlimitedly happy, knees bent, my husband (& others) thought I might fall over & so:  my husband made his kissing noise!  And, it immediately comforted me…

I asked for his permission to write about him on this blog & he ok’d it; I am thankful my husband is ok with being on here…my husband & I have been together for just over 11 years & I want to get married to him again & here is something that makes me think of us – part of:

“The Invitation,” by 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 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
to be realistic
to remember the limitations
of being human.

…….

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 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.

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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