It doesn’t interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to see if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back. It doesn’t interest me where or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you when all else falls away. I want to see if you can be alone and genuinely interested in the company you keep in the empty moments.
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, 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 dirt 🙌 center of your sorrow if you have been opened by life 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 with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it, fade it, or fix it; I want to see 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, be realistic, or remember the limitations of being human. It doesn’t interest me if the story you tell 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 soul. I want to see if you can be faithful and, therefore, trustworthy. I want to know if you can see beauty even when it’s not pretty every day and if you can source your life on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the moon. It doesn’t interest me where you live or how much money you have. I want to know you can get up after a night of grief and despair. Weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done for the chidren