Wednesday, March 26, 2008


Today is my 29th bday..there is so much i want to say, to feel...i dont feel as special as i usually do on my bday, maybe because now i find myself spl everyday....Birthdays are no longer about gifts and they are all about rejuvenating myself! I had a few special birthdays, although now they seem far far 13th bday is the one i was the first birthday party for me, and i was over the moon...what i remember most about that birthday is a gift that Kumarda (now my Brother in law) gifted. 2 books...and the card said "best wishes for your journey through teenage days"....and today I am 29. Last year of the 20s. i will belying if i say tht i dont feel pangs of fear..fear of growing old...but there us am amazing sense of peace within..the peace that comes from the knowledge that I myself am responsible for my life and happiness...My good friend Sangeeta sent me a beautiful poem for my birthday...and sangeeta...I am everything this poem talks about....and i am mighty proud of myself!!

"The Invitation (by Oriah Mountain Dreamer)

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

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
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
to be realistic
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.
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,

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."