Being authentic

Do you want to be around authentic people? Most people I meet are definitely attracted to authenticity which is the feeling of being your real self as it makes us feel safe and comfortable. So how can you live your daily life as the real you, the authentic you?

The biggest take-away I have found with any journey I have done to self-improvement is that you must start with being self-aware. The big one is observing yourself as you go about your daily life and how you feel in different situations from being around a group of people, interacting with people you work with or how you feel when you are in a social situation. Check in with your feelings often and learn to recognize if you are being your authentic self in these different situations.

On my never ending quest for new learning and always being a curious soul and lover of the written word. I stumbled across this beautifully written poem from a book called ‘The Invitation’ which was written in 1999 by Oriah Mountain Dreamer House. A talented story teller who is a lover of words and symbols and stories that lift our spirits, open our hearts and offer us ways to see patterns and create meaning in our lives. Within her writing she encourages us to be ruthlessly honest and kind toward our own strengths and our weaknesses.

I totally fell in love with how her words tumbled out on the page and how they moved me uncovering the dance within my soul revealing the rhythm of deeper emotions that lay inside me.  Awakening me to simply unfold and become who I already am in my true authentic nature and live a full and present adventurous life everyday I have on this earth.

I encourage you to read the words and let them fill your heart with the awareness of living your daily life as being authentic and as true to yourself as you can be. Keep being curious and read more books that open your mind to new learnings and invigorate your mind.

These words are truly beautiful.

X Dee Happiness PA 🙂

The Invitation by Oriah “Mountain Dreamer” House

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 shrivelled 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 is 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 at 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 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.

by Oriah from her book THE INVITATION © Mountain Dreaming, published by HarperONE, San Francisco, 1999 All rights reserved. www.oriah.org

 


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