Tribe is my virtual rolodex. Feel free to email me here as often as you'd like. I check in once in awhile and will respond to your email when time allows.

Please note that I have set my sights on a healthier life and the growing pains that come with Big Change are, well, do I need to explain?

Being the social butterfly that you know me best for, I do crave interaction but request that said interaction does not include negativity, gossip, invitations to party, or anything that does not fully support my path towards being a great mother and positive soul.

I wish you strength in your journeys and pray that you never give up no matter how hard it gets. I truly believe that how you handle each and every situation is what makes you who you are. Please don't be too hard on yourself. You are only human and are growing. You are not perfect. You are not supposed to be perfect. You are supposed to strive for perfection. I love you.

Even after all this time
The sun never says to the earth,
"You owe me."
Look what happens
with a Love like that ~
it lights the whole world.

~ Hafiz (c. 1320-1389)
Translated by Daniel Ladinsky

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 center 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 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'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 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 center 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.

The Invitation
Oriah Mountain Dreamer