Literature
The Invitation
It does not interest me what you do for money. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
It does not 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 does not 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 your 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 or fade it or fix it.
I want to
