Monthly Archives: March 2014

The Invitation – Oriah Mountain Dreamer

I have always liked these words – have parts of this under a picture of a trip to the Boundary Waters Canoe Area hanging above my desk.  Look at it frequently  when working, especially when there seems no light at the end of the tunnel, and thought I would share:

A Cairn Along the way (just before the AK border)

A Cairn Along the way (just before the AK border)

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,

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.

The Invitation – Oriah Mountain Dreamer

Doing what you love – vocation with a purpose…

How many of us jump out of bed in the morning with a fire in our belly and a passion for going to work?  Kind of an oxymoron – the thought of fun/enjoyment and work?   I recently stumbled across a site that rekindled – or should I say opened a wound that has been festering most of my life.  The wound, that I thought had pretty well scarred over, is that of working in a field or a job that rarely brings a sense of purpose – a job that you don’t embrace or are excited about.  A job that at best, provides the freedom to pursue passions and interests outside of the 40 hrs/week that earns our livings.

Yscouts-logo-300x851Well, the vocation with a purpose may not be as far-fetched as you might think say the folks at “Y-Scouts” – the group that runs the company that developed the web site that I mentioned above.  The Y Scouts are all about poking  those who have settled for less than they really should have in their job – those who are working without a purpose.   They preach the pursuit of purpose in work, and not settling until you find it.

I think back to the days as a youngster that were timeless, filled with interests and childlike curiosity – long before you were supposed to “know” what you wanted to do with your life.  Remember those days?   For me it was a passion for anything aquatic – from dissecting planaria to dreams of riding along with Jacques Cousteau as he explored the ocean.  I can remember taking SCUBA diving lessons at 13, well beneath the age where certification was allowed; taking marine biology classes over the summer with the University of Delaware in Lewes, DE at 15; finally attending school in FL where SCUBA diving as a required course and marine biology was a constant theme on campus.  Then reality struck – how in the hell can you make a living doing this?  Switched to the engineering curriculum in order to have a shot at getting a job upon graduation – been on that path ever since…

The Y-Scouts site is lots of fun – if you can control your envy of those who are doing what they love.  Lots of fun exercises and inspiration, especially on the pages related to “How do you find your WHY?”  I really liked some of the snippets in Paul Graham’s Essay: How to Do What You Love.  A bit wordy and rambling, but, all good stuff and worth poking around a bit.

Check out the Y-Scouts site at: Send ’em a resume and join the team – What the worst that can happen?  But before you do ask yourself a couple of questions (these came from somewhere on the Y-Scouts site):

1. What would you do tomorrow if money was no object?  Would you still get up and do what you are doing now?

2. If you knew you only had a few days to live, would you still do what you are doing between now and the big day?  ( a little melodramatic, but you get the point…)

Hmmmm…  Enough of this rambling…  it’s too much fun.  Need to get back to “working”, bills gotta be paid…