The Invitation by Oriah 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...

  Three years ago i put the steps in the right order before I began my climb.  At 45 I held my 1st  art show and was tenderly cradled in love, acceptance and admiration beyond belief.  The energy I used to fight the demons of my past was now before me in vivid colors placed  upon canvas. I wanted to be the colors that brightened the world, the smile that ran across people’s faces, the funny on the darkest day, the strength which no storm could break, the hands which gave unconditional love, the safe spot where secrets were sacred, the ME that only i could be.  I wound up being...