January 1, 2011



Every New Year I serve the kids star fruit for a snack. I guess it's become somewhat of a tradition. I don't make resolutions, out loud, but I have plenty of dreams that my soul knows by heart.

[excerpts from] The Invitationby 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
if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.

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.

Thanks to my bestie @sarahviola for sharing this with me today just when I needed it so very much.


  1. Thanks for sharing this...{heart} those words.

    My soul dreams of things this world cannot comprehend or may not even approve of...at least that is the message I get...has me thinking of how to achieve that dream of being less of this world in order for other dreams, that are sewn in my heart and soul, to be cultivated.

    And I remember it is about people and the relationships and you may not know this {though you probably have been told this before} You inspire me {many, I am certain} to do this better.

    Peace and dreams come true to you now and always.

  2. Thanks for sharing that. I'm not usually into poetry, but that speaks to me loud and clear.

  3. The poem shook me to the core as well. Thanks for sharing.

  4. That poem says it all. Thank you for sharing Steph.

  5. love the tradition with the star fruit. Great poem!

  6. You're the best. Period. Thank you so much for sharing this poem!! Would you mind if I shared it on my blogs as well and referred back to you?

    Happy New Year--I'm loving your fancy new header.

  7. I love this. I may have to print this poem up and hang it over my sink so I can be reminded of this.

  8. I love that!

    (And I've never tasted starfruit.)

  9. Thanks! It's posted here: http://tinyurl.com/2a9dv2c

  10. AND--I just started following you on twitter! I'm a twitter newbie.

  11. Oh, how I love that poem. Can I post it too, and give you credit? It just speaks so clearly to my heart. I am so tired of superficial relationships, but sometimes just don't have the courage to go there with people.

    Just found your blog, and will add it to my reader. :)

  12. Oh my goodness. That poem is amazing. Last Tuesday our home group leader and the daddy of my mother's helper and the husband of one of my closest friends died in a horrible car accident that wasn't his fault. His four children and wife were all injured, with the kids being the most injured. As those of us who did life with them every week gather around and start the process of "doing" and helping, this poem has some key encouraging words that totally fit to be a balm in this grief. Thank you for posting it.


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