Monday Quotes

Famous peom by Oriah Mountain Dreamer

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, be realistic, 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.

by Oriah Mountain Dreamer

So, Tell Me What is Wrong With Bullying. I wrote this back in 2014.

I wrote this.

So, tell me what is wrong with bullying?

So, tell me, what is so wrong with bullying and mental abuse?
Tell me, why should I care?

There is a child.
She tries so hard everyday to hold back her tears.
She is a cry-baby.
She is a brat.
She just needs to grow-up.

She tries to hide alone everyday to avoid the bullies.
There is something wrong with her.
Why cant she just fit in?
She is a misfit.
She is a werido.

She dares not to speak-up for herself.
She knows all that will do is make everything worse for her.
Noone is there for her.
Noone tries to help her.
Noone cares.

Everyone has friends except her.
She feels selfish when she does connect with someone.
She doesnt deserve fun.
She doesnt deserve enjoyment.
She deserves nothing.

She must bare her cross completely alone.
She hides in darkness out of fear.
She is so ain’t-social!
She is so self-observed!
She is so stuck-up!

She does have her explosive moments.
When she really can’t hold back anymore.
Those are about the only times she talks.
What a bitch!
She is so disrespectful, rude and mean!

She watchs T.V. all day and night at home.
She daydreams all day in school.
She does in a vain attempt to distract herself from the constant pain that she feels every second of everyday.
She is so lazy!
She is so worthless!

She is barely holding on and her work suffers.
She feels exhausted just getting out of bed.
She is such a failure!
She will never amount to anything!
She will never be good enought for anyone!

She plays around just to feel cared about for a moment.
She just needs to be touched.
She is such an attention seeking slut!
She will have to be that way to get though life anyway!
That will be her only way!

She eats nothing but comfort foods.
She drinks alot of sugar.
She is fat!
She is garbage!
She is stupid!

She cuts on herself to relieve the emotionally intense pain that she feels.
The sight of her own blood makes her feel better.
She is making herself uglier!
She is already the ugliest person alive!
Why does she make herself even uglier?

She will hang herself tonight.
She shall never be again.
She will never be missed!
She is just a waste of space!
She has no value or importance!

She will only be missed as an object of abuse.
That is all that will matter to people.
Only then will her life seemed to have had any purpose.
After all, so many people will lose their ugly, beat-up, and warned down community punching bag.
She will give all of that up to be maggot food instead.

Now, she is gone.
There is no remorse.
There is no concern.
There is noone to cry for her.
There is noone who cared.

So, tell me again, what is so wrong with bullying and mental abuse?
Tell me, why should I care?

The story could have been very different.
She could have helped people.
If only someone saved her.
If only someone believed in her .
If only someone was there for her.

She was sensitive, misunderstood, loving, kind, compassionate, intelligent, and beautiful.
She could have became alot healthier.
She may have lived a very long life.
She could have payed it forward.
She could have done alot better.

She was never able to be aware of these things.
She was never told these things.
She was never able grow past her pain.
She was never held in her darkest hour.
She was never loved like she needed to be.

Instead, she was ingorned and forgotten.
A good life was needlessly wasted.

So, tell me again what is wrong bullying and mental abuse?
Tell me why I should care?

My First Mediatation

My first meditation happened when I was a child by accident. I didn’t realize I was meditating. I didn’t know what meditation was. So I couldn’t put a name to it. It wasn’t until I was 17 that I understood what I was doing that day. I was around 8 years old. I was hanging out on a large piece of an old tree in a river. I was in between some hills and I remember thinking of how excellent it was. It felt like the best day of my life at the time. I have never felt so peaceful. It was like a healing bomb just exploded all over me inside and out. I didn’t remember anything else from that day. When I look back at it however. I realized much later that on that day, that the universe was providing me with resistance for some of the hardships that were going to come into my life shortly after that blissful time on that blissful day.


I am staring up at a mountain.

I often think of a mountain as a metaphor.

For life’s endless Journeys.

For the lessons that are endless.

For the work that needs to be done.

For tomorrow’s wisdom that seems so slow in becoming.

For the uphill battle.

For the relief that is felt every time we reach a goal.

For the natural high that comes from doing well and reaching the top.

For the ease of going downward.

For the inevitability of going upward again.

For the pain, the sweat, the tears, the fun and everything in between.

Keep Going!

“I went through a rough patch, but there’s something inside that kept going. And I’m mainly where I am now, because I pushed through that dark time.

“So I just say keep going and follow your passion, and sometimes that passion can change direction – it might take you on another pathway, but I think all roads still lead to where eventually you want to be.” — Jason Stephenson 2017


“if leaders don’t tell the truth, or won’t hear the truth from others, they cannot make good decisions, they cannot themselves improve, and they cannot inspire trust among those who follow them.” James Comey 2018