I want

I want to be courted by the truth.

I want my stories that are telling my life to spin out in multicoloured threads.
I want the willingness to live my desires.
I want to take risks and greet my fear.
I want to taste, see, hear and touch the center of my sorrow.
I want to be able to sit with my own pain and sit still with other people’s pain without feeling I have to save them.

I want to set my boundaries.
I want joy to find me and lift me in ordinary moments.

I want to belong to joy.
I want to be faithless.

I want to bear the responsibility of breaking an agreement with someone when the alternative is to betray myself.
I want to learn how to be her fully, in this body, in this world.
I want to be awed everyday by the truth – pretty or painful – and let it open me to the beauty that surrounds me and draws me deeper and deeper into my own life.
I want to sit and wait for love to find me, to come and take me home to the place where I – mistakes included – will be welcomed.
I want to be with those who have met within themselves the ability to feed the children when they thought they could not.
I want to find the ability to live with the vastness of what I do not know and what I can not control.
I want to dedicate my ife to something more than my own happiness or my own sorrow.
I want moments of real solitude where I can feel myself at the center.
I want to meet myself to just for one moment look in from the outside.