If words could be wallpaper, mine would be covered in this poem. I can read it over and over because i feel it in my bones. This is all I care to know too.
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, 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 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.
-Oriah Mountian Dreamer
TEA IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD
“The Houston housing market is experiencing a sluggish start to the new year with a second consecutive week of declining new listings,” the HAR weekly report noted. “Realtors entered 2,240 properties into the Multiple Listing Service (MLS) compared to 2,683 during the same week in 2021. That represents a drop of 16.5% and means inventory levels remain at historic lows.”
HAPPENING IN HOUSTON
Aspen-based painter and galerist Christopher Martin is opening a gallery in Upper Kirby!
“In addition to being home to a large portion of our private collectors, Houston is a dynamic and scene-setting art community,” said Martin in a release, expressing that he’s wanted to have more of a presence here for quite some time. Check it out!
HOUSEPLANTS DESIGNERS LOVE
AD shared this great list of the top houseplants that designers love. Designers dished on their favorite sources, too.
As expected, Fiddle Leaf Figs and orchids are common favs, but some others worth considering are: ficus triangularis, ficus Audrey, and rubber plants!
… Obsessed with these disco balls by Kelly Wearstler. They make the cutest sparkly accessory to the home.