THE INVITATION :: by Oriah Mountaindreamer :: 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.
One morning over coffee, as I often do, I read. And then I wrote.
I read about writing in Natalie Goldberg’s, Writing Down the Bones.
I read about being a badass, Jen Sincero style. And.
I read about being a Super. Human. a la Danielle LaPorte.
In Natalie’s writing about writing, she says, “Don’t try to justify yourself. You do it because you do it.”
So. Why I write. I do it. Because I do it. And. Here’s my why.
I write to connect. To remember to do the work. To go down into all the feelings. And to remember to still show up. For me. And to love. Myself. And others.
I write to flow. To remember to gently experience joy. And pain.
I write to empower. To remember to breathe in light.
I write to feel happiness. To remember to write through the pain. To write and release.
I write to meditate. To remember. Things. Just. Are.
I write to feel magical. To remember to thrive to be a super human.
I write to focus on what my heart desires. To remember to disentangle from what I cling to and to allow space for a more joyful route. I write to allow space for expansion.
I write to raise my frequency. To remember to glow more clearly.
I write to create my reality. The one that lights me up.
I write to feel freedom. To remember my voice. To model courage for my nephews.
I write to believe. To remember that I am a prize. (Or at least my mama says so.)
I write to have energy. And to take action. To remember pleasure. And restraint.
I write to remember the force is w me. Even when I am not feeling glittery and gold.
I write to build faith. Not fear.
I write to remember to be grateful. I. Am. Here.
I write to stand in the center of the fire with you and not shrink back.
I write. To remember. Writing is my (invisible-ish) superpower.
I write. I write. I write. To remember.
PS. Thoughts above inspired by a NG, JS, and DLP mashup. W a sprinkle of Jam (aka my mama). Partial cred given to them. Partial cred given to me, a writing mixologist (or a writologist?).
PPS. Fall madly in love w your humanity = is a #truthbomb from DLP's White Hot Truth.