Entering Circa 2010

Six months without a proper "job" has been challenging, yet strangely liberating.

Its like gambling everything that you have on one roll of the dice. Its living with a nagging fear that says : "What if you fail ?". Its at the same time like enjoying the cool breeze rushing on your face when you skim on a jetski and enjoying just THAT ONE moment in time. Its risking looking like a fool, but at the same time - its like an adventure where you are tingling with anticipation on how things will turn out.

Like the guy who fell 14 floors - and said to each of his friends on the floors below.... "Well, I am all right, so far !!". Its the same with me so far. Things are beginning to fall in place - just getting the first few people in place - finalised on an office space - working on the website which should be up in next 3 weeks time. And then, we set sail....

As I start the new year, I realise that this is a defining year in many many ways. Found an inspirational poem that I want to share with everyone who visits this blog. Wish you a very happy and fulfilling new year ahead !!

The Invitation
Oriah Mountain Dreamer, Indian Elder

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 dreams, 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 center of your own sorrow,
if you have been opened by life's betrayals
or have become shriveled and closed from fear of future 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 you 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 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.

I want to know if you can be faithful and therefore be trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty even when it is not pretty every day,
and if you can source your life from ITS presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine,
and still stand on the edge of a 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 for the children.

It doesn't interest me who you are, how you came to be here.
I want to know 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 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.