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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 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.

1999 ~ Oriah Mountain Dreamer
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I am not your regular- every day- run of the mill- lemming- female.
At all.
Really.
I am the anti-blonde;
I believe a real woman is intelligent,
beautiful in and out,
and carries herself with grace and dignity.
*SEXY* is a state of being - not your opinion of me.
I believe in chivalry and respect.
What *I* strive to be is a bit of a dichotomy,
an up setter, and a cause for you to be contemplative.
I am independent; probably to a fault.
I know what I like and usually don’t settle for anything less,
no matter what it is.
I am meticulous with certain things
and very carefree with others.
I am a generous, loving,
compassionate soul who,
when *I* feel it is safe,
adores the holy hell out of someone.
I feel every bit of my Libra-ness
and love being a Libra.
I am a very spiritual soul,
yet I have a good balance with one foot on the planet
- even if it's the *wrong* planet.
I love being 37.
I love my thirties.
I wouldn’t trade thirty something for twenty anything.

The poem above is a filter;
I resonate with those whom resonate with the poem.
People I choose to be close to me are
one’s that I can *respect*,
*adore*, and *learn* a few things from,
who are *trustworhty*!!!*healthy* and *evolving*.
I look for similar character traits that I possess myself;
and then a little unsimilar, enough to keep things interesting.
But drama is grounds for dismissal.
No sheeple allowed either.

I prefer to be inspired to be a better person;
and if I can inspire others, life is good.

The most attractive traits one can possess are intelligence;
but not rely solely upon that for a foundation of living life,
humbleness,
outrageous wit,
compassion,
and the ability to honor and love themselves.

It doesn’t interest me to view your bare chest on your profile pic...
dare to unveil the life force that drives your passions that is inside of it.


I am not here to “sell” myself to anyone.
These profiles feel like that to me.
I am not a "yes" girl - or a hoochy mama.
I think we all get bombarded with those daily.

I couldn’t care less if someone liked me or didn’t.
This may sound haughty - but that’s just me.
I have been called a hottie before once or twice. ;O)
Hmmmm... maybe they meant haughty.

I still have yet to figure out why I am on POF;
I know that if I met a like-spirit,
things would take a natural course
for however long or brief our paths would meet.

(Profile Song should be appreciated tongue in cheek.)

BRSweetheart, because you asked.... is short for Beloved Revolutionary Sweetheart.
(A term of endearment someone had used for me, that doesn't fit for a profile name.)

And, did you know... out of ALL the profiles posted on POF, there are only NINE that have 'crass' listed as an interest.
........That's not many people.... not many...

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{EDIT 7/8/08} I am considering relocating to CA in about two years.
Reason being, my daughter graduates from college in one year and wants to start her career there in two years...
.......................I would not want to know life without her.
{EDIT 8/26/08} Just got back from visiting Long Beach.
{EDIT 9/1/08} Due to the state of the economy, I just was laid-off from my wonderful job that I sincerely loved so much. (That was a real sincere statement - not sarcastic, btw.) My current energies will be spent looking for an administrative/management position in Seattle to continue my career path. If you or someone you know is in need of amazing experience and talent ranging from accounting to customer service to management, let me know!!! I have already sent out some cover letters and resumes.... wish me luck!



I think I'm also working on seeing just how long a profile page can go.

What *I* would do meeting someone for the first time.... is whatever my heart desired.

Age between 34 and 54
Must not have messaged users looking for intimate encounters or sex.
You must have a picture to contact this user.
Must not do drugs
Must not be married