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Have you ever had a longing to be with someone you love? Your significant other, your family, or friends? I think it’s safe to say that we’ve all been there a time or two (or 3 thousand). I had an experience recently that really got me thinking about a new spin (to me at least) on the present. I was dancing with my girlfriend at my place and was having an amazing time. I started to imagine that it was many years later and I was remembering this moment from that point in time. It brought such a profound feeling of presence and gratitude to this moment that I started to cry [tears of joy]. I felt so lucky to be experiencing that moment in such a profound way.

I told her what I was thinking and we had a great conversation about it. Here’s a brief summary of what we came up with:

Deepen into the moment by projecting yourself into the future and remembering back to this moment. Which can help one experience the now more fully and…

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Have you ever had a longing to be with someone you love? Your significant other, your family, or friends? I think it’s safe to say that we’ve all been there a time or two (or 3 thousand). I had an experience recently that really got me thinking about a new spin (to me at least) on the present. I was dancing with my girlfriend at my place and was having an amazing time. I started to imagine that it was many years later and I was remembering this moment from that point in time. It brought such a profound feeling of presence and gratitude to this moment that I started to cry [tears of joy]. I felt so lucky to…

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It does not 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 does not interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool, 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 the wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another and 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 is not pretty every day. And if you can source your own life from it’s presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes.”

It doesn’t interest me how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after a 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 hear. 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.

It does not 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 does not interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool, 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 the wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another and 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 is not pretty every day. And if you can source your own life from it’s presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes.”

It doesn’t interest me how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after a 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 hear. 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.

Future Possibility

It’s common to say that trees come from seeds. But how could a tiny seed create a huge tree? Seeds do not contain the resources needed to grow a tree. These must come from the medium or environment within which the tree grows. But the seed does provide something that is crucial: a place where the whole of the tree starts to form. As resources such as water and nutrients are drawn in, the seed organizes the process that generates growth. In a sense, the seed is a gateway through which the future possibility of the living tree emerges.

- Peter Senge

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