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’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 the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes!”
My favorite words from “The Invitation” by Oriah Mountain Dreamer