Truth or Dare?

This MOMENT - trying to stay present but it rushes and slows down on me every other second...

I am LOVING life, the opportunities I have to live a dream of working with my passion, with passionate people, in interesting times.

And then again - I hesitate - I want to escape - I want to be by myself - I want to let go, become a minimalist, move out into the forest, near the ocean and have a family.

These feelings scare and surprise me at the same time. Is it just that the grass looks greener on the other side or is it really... ?

How do you know?

Perhaps it isn't about knowing - but about feeling.... I LOVE feeling - and people who DARE to feel!!

There's to much KNOWING out there, it makes me wanna shout, rebel and do exactly the opposite just because (like a 4 year old you know!)

This is my TRUTH:

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 hearts 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 further pain!

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own; if you can dance with wildness and let 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 if its not pretty every day, and if you can source your life from The 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 sliver 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 and 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 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.

LOVE JO