The Invitation

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, be realistic, 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 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.

― Oriah Mountain Dreamer


Copyright © 2018 Nita McGrew Photography

I cut my teeth in the early days at Flickr. I remember joining a 365 day project in which I learned so much about photography as well as myself. I made virtual friends and real world friends. It was a very tight knit community of like minds and passionate photographers and artists. I found my tribe. Some years later, Yahoo bought Flickr and it started unraveling pretty quick. I don’t remember exactly when or why I left but as of lately, I’ve been hearing really good things about SmugMug having bought Flickr and the exciting changes to come after the first of the year. I kept my Facebook profile that I recently created, for about three weeks before I realized how much I don’t fit in there and how cranky it literally made me and then I deleted it. Enough. I am hopeful though, that Flickr will find it’s way to becoming that place where photographers and creative types want to be again. In that hopeful mindset, I went ahead and signed up today for an account and moved in a little. I’ve had this website on WordPress for what seems like as long as it’s been since I was on Flickr originally and am hoping some of my friends here are those that I met there and will come back again as well. Here is a link {Flickr} to me over there if you want to connect. I would really like that.