I find it fascinating that most birds pair for life. How do they choose a life partner? Do they ever make mistakes? How do they work out differences? Do they ever fall out of love? Do they ever yearn for the way it used to be? How do they cope when their partner is no more? So many questions. I have no answers.
With the birds I observe, the males like the fairy blue wren are gorgeous whereas the female is less vivid. Male birds work hard to get the female”s interest. I once watched a bower bird diligently collect green objects (including an unattended key ring) for his potential love. In the bird world, it’s Girl Power! all the way, it would seem.The pink galahs make me laugh! It would appear, when it comes to love, no different than you and me.
I went through a phase after my divorce thinking it would be nice to be in a relationship. I hadn’t factored in, life had changed me. My standards and priorities were different. I was stronger. (Yes, Girl Power!). Financially secure with adult children, was an attraction for some men, but they did not meet my criteria: a man of integrity and social conscience. I asked for nothing more. You’d think I was asking for the world, but I know a man of that calibre would mean the world to me.
This evening the word prompt jogged my memory of a beautiful poem that encapsulated everything I felt in those days of search, so I’ll share it with you.
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 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, 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, ‘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 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.
by Oriah Mountain Dreamer (@ http://www.oriahmountaindreamer.com)
I love this poem. It speaks of a journey and many other journeys, some taken, some yet to be taken, some to be taken individually, others jointly. It speaks of togetherness, of oneness of self, and with another. I love the inherent spiritual nature of relationship in this poem.
So where am I today? I no longer look. I found oneness and togetherness in Nature. I am in a happy place. The danger, I’m told, is “this is when it happens”!
How contrary is life?
Until next time
a dawn bird