The Invitation is a though provoking question that one can ask themselves about what they really want from life. Everyone has an invitation to heal your addiction, your depression…your life! If you are breathing, you have a second chance. Success is doing what you want, when you want, where you want, with whom you want, as much as you want. A dismal contrast to a world and life with addictions within it. Depression and addictions are like trying to breathe underwater. They make life difficult. Its quality becomes low and outlooks seem hopelessly beak fast. Yet, what we know with absolute scientific evidence is that there is another way. You can heal your life. Millions of people have accepted an invitation to heal your addiction from alcoholics anonymous. There is scientific data representing its success that can’t easily be refuted.
There is a million dollar self help industry, our precious churches, doctors, therapists and social workers who all offer you an invitation. An invitation to heal your addiction, your shitty circumstances and your patterns of thinking that got you exactly to where you are currently. There is help for depression. There is life after divorce, grief, death, trauma and chaos. There is An invitation to heal your addiction and moreover to create a purpose driven life that offers high quality living for yourself and others you come into contact with. It is this invitation that you may benefit from connecting with.
So here it is. An invitation to heal your addiction or what have you, put into amazing words by author Oriah. Never aim to low, don’t be fooled by what seems like hopelessness. It is never hopeless. More often than not, when people heal in our rehab and wellness centre they never thought, some not for a second, that life was so full of joy, potential, mystery and passion.
An invitation to heal your addiction
The Invitation (Oriah Mountain Dreamer)
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 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 if 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 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 for the children.
It doesn’t interest me who you know or how you come 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 those empty moments.