Jul. 6th, 2011 07:16 pm
soapwench: (elvis)
...from "In Plain Sight," one of my new favorite television shows because I relate to the main character in many ways...

“I get that you don’t like messy, but maybe messy is what you need. Maybe instead of just anyone you should be looking for someone; someone who challenges you, who calls you on your BS and gets in your face and makes you think….” (Marshall)

“I am what many would call, often as accusation, a non-believer. It’s a charge I consider unfair, because all of us, no matter the connection we feel, or don’t, when sitting under the stars or feeling the world closing in, doing what comes naturally or re-arranging the furniture…all of us believe in something. I believe in many things. I believe in first impressions and second chances, for strippers, priests and hopeless, hapless sisters. I believe in telling the truth to people you love at every possible turn and lying just a little at what seems the appropriate time. I believe in finding people you’d run through a brick wall for and making sure they know it, if in not so many words, but mostly, I believe in justice. Sweet, straight justice.” (Mary)
soapwench: (swatting at a clue)

The Invitation


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
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.

soapwench: (Perspective)
"I refuse to become so attached to my struggle...that I won't want to move on to something else when, and if, the time comes--or, worse, that I'll try to prolong the conflict rather than adapt to whatever happens next."

"Brisinger" by Christopher Paolini


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