What really matters to me…


“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. 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…”

               ~Oriah Mountain Dream


Are you responsible?


As I get older, I find that being in charge of making all the decisions is a gift worth cherishing. I have a harder time NOT being the one responsible for what happens in my life.

Granted, we cannot always be in control of everything that goes on, and that is also a good thing.
Thus, why don’t some of us want to be responsible?  I guess that it is easier to say that something happened to us rather than we somehow allowed it to happen.  The reality is that no matter how whatever it is happened the fact is that it did.  Trying to blame someone else puts it outside of us, and we end up not benefiting from the lesson to its fullest extend.
Having said that, we will in time learn that if the experience leaves us unchanged and the same as always, the lesson will be repeated until we get it.  At some point, we do learn our lesson I hope. Life is full of responsibilities, so the sooner we accept that the better off we will be.  I do not look forward taking the same lesson again and again!
I like this quote by Dr. Wayne W. Dyer: “Appreciate everything and everyone. Look upon every experience you’ve ever had, and everyone who’s ever played any role in your life, as having been sent to you for your benefit. In this universe, which was created by a divine, organizing intelligence, there are simply no accidents.”  Go ahead and take pride in being responsible…unless you want to always be in the passenger’s seat…which is fine, but then you have to accept the outcome.  If you can live with that, you should have zero responsibility.  The question is: Do you want to drive or go along for the ride?  At least, take responsibility on deciding that!

My first post!

Hi there,

I am writing this as I listen to Katerina Dimitriadou-Shuster from the NY Public Library on 42nd St explain the world of bloggers! 

This is so interesting to me; I found an outlet for my thoughts.

Watch out world!!!!