Who will you be in 2007?

Hey, hey, welcome to 2007 ! Hope things are going well for ya. I was looking back at my New Years message to everyone last year when thinking what to write to you this year and well, I didn’t kinda feel the same.

Last years exuberance doesn’t really seem to fit anymore, some things have been very sobering in that time. But I hope that’s a good thing, maybe it means I’ve grown and learnt a bit since. I hope so.

Anyway, I FINALLY found something that made me think, yep, this is IT for me this year, that’s where I’m at!

So I thought I’d share it with you for inspiration too…

This poem is about living every day of your life to its and your fullest potential. It’s about being true to yourself and not being afraid to live your dreams. It’s about embracing every experience in life whether it be painful or happy. It’s about having faith in life and personal strength in yourself because at the end of the day when all else falls away, it is our spirit that lives on.

When one of us passes away, all those who knew them take the best parts of their spirit and carry them with them every day.

Go well on your journeys this year. I hope 2007 brings you closer to your dreams.

Try not to leave words unsaid or things un-done because tomorrow may not always be there and neither might those you love. Cherish each day and those you share it with for the gift that it is.

Love, Fernleaf


“The Invitation”

It doesn’t matter to 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 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 shriveled 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 feel true joy, 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 be trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see beauty, even when it’s 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 on the edge of a 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 that day.

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.

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