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 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 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, or to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story you're 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 faithless and therefore be trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty even when it's 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 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 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.
-- Oriah Mountain Dreamer
DOGBERRY Dost thou not suspect my place? Dost thou not suspect my years? O that he were here to write me down an ass! But, masters, remember that I am an ass. Though it be not written down, yet forget not that I am an ass. No, thou villain, thou art full of piety, as shall be prov'd upon thee by good witness. I am a wise fellow; and which is more, an officer; and which is more, a householder; and which is more, as pretty a piece of flesh as any is in Messina, and one that knows the law, go to! and a rich fellow enough, go to! and a fellow that hath had losses; and one that hath two gowns and everything handsome
Care and feeding of The Lessa
1. The Lessa does not like to be startled awake. You are hereby forewarned. If she decks you in the mouth, it’s your own fault. 2. The Lessa has an unholy love for cheese. Do not let her consume overmuch. She will sound like your aunt Tammy’s house cat when she has a hairball. 3. The Lessa will not sit with her back to the door. Ever. 4. The Lessa loves good restaurant service. Do not take her to a place with bad service and expect her to put up with it quietly. 5. Please to not be feeding The Lessa anything raspberry. She also thinks bubble gum should taste like bubble gum, and not much else. 6. The Lessa still believes in the inherent goodness of man. Don’t let some poor fool take advantage of her. 7. The Lessa loves parties, and most people. The Lessa does not like strangers touching her. 8. The Lessa loves shopping at the grocery store late at night and doing James Bond and Moneypenny impressions with chayote squash. 9. The Lessa loves her fiancé very much. Woe is unto the woman who gets stupid. Or man for that matter. 10. The Lessa would really love to have a maid. Got one!!! 11. The Lessa really prefers email to phone calls these days. 12. The Lessa wishes she had more money for tattoos. 13. The Lessa hates stupid people. She really believes they should be sterilized. 14. The Lessa believes in licensing for anyone considering having children. 15. The Lessa loves her truck almost as much as her fiancé. 16. The Lessa prefers to drive. Let her drive. Unless she is doing that weird thing with her head. 17. Merlot. Clos Du Bois. 18. Do not let The Lessa consume crap. Ex: McDonalds. You will not see her for hours. Much time will be spent whining and crying in the bathroom. 19. The Lessa loves lots of different kind of music. Though she doesn’t care for gangsta rap and angry penis music, she will listen to anything once. 20. The Lessa has a ridiculous love of 80’s music. 21. The Lessa loves all animals. 22. The Lessa doesn’t love bugs with 6 legs. Eight is ok, but six is definitely no good. 23. The Lessa is becoming a liberal with a capital “L”. 24. Please to not be smoking around The Lessa. You will get a lecture, and neither of us wants that, do we? 25. Be careful out there, that motorcyclist might be me. http://home.ama-cycle.org/newsroom/psa/dentist.wmv
I am *not*: tolerant of stupidity or bigotry; tolerant of smokers; tolerant of people who are stuck on stupid; fond of children; easy on people who drive poorly; satisfied with the easy path; a person who thinks church and state should be intertwined; above beating people with sticks-big ones for committing crimes against the voiceless.
I firmly believe in the rights of people to love whom *they* choose. Therefore, people should be able to marry whomever they choose.