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 the dream, for the adventure of being alive.
…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…
— excerpts from the poem "The Invitation" by Oriah Mountain Dreamer
My daughter and I have been living in Vermont for the last few years. Quiet, beautiful and too far from community.
We are excited and honored to be 'going home' as such it feels. It seems we've found our 'clan'. Oh, but how do you know that… you don't know them yet? I have looked into many eyes recognizing a kindred spirit, that's how I know. We look forward to being 'greener'; gardening, farming, stewardship of Gaia. More importantly we strive to live in harmony with our sisters and brothers. If we are able to sustain compassion and love as a small community, we become the microcosm that will forever ripple out to the macrocosm. Ah, now that is worth the 'risk of looking like a fool'!