The Yogini Emerges.

*Rolls boulder away*
*Exits cave*

I is back! What year is it anyway?

Salutations, peoples! Man has it been that long since I last blogged? I'm very much afraid to read my old blog...hahahahah...

Anyway, forgive me if I am a bit rusty!

The past few years have brought about great change, & I am ready to venture out into cyberspace again. Many thoughts, ideas, experiences I hope to share & discuss with others. Yes, I am indirectly looking for more members for my tribe! Woohoo!

One of the most important lessons I've learnt is that 'people who need people are the luckiest people' (more about this later). Therefore I'd love to start off with a poem by Oriah Mountain Dreamer entitled The Invitation: 

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.

Pretty damn awesome, huh?

This poem encapsulates all I've ever wanted from another person, but didn't know how to put into words. Who are you? Who are you really? With all your flaws & imperfections - bring it! Bring your pure self to the table, & I will try my best to do the same.

For there is nothing except perfection in imperfection.

I want to learn from your stories, to feel that glimmer in your eye when you start talking about something you are passionate about, although we could be miles away; to have 'aha' (& uh-oh) moments, to share in this journey we call life..!

Until next time, Namaste!