
October 06, 2008
Farmers Market

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Many times I've walked through Budapest being struck by something I wanted to share. Here, I do just that. What follows are glimpses along life's path that had touched my heart. Enjoy! Budapest Daily Photos recently moved to its own home. The photos here may be enlarged by clicking on them unlike BudapestResources.com website, its previous home.
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.
9 comments:
You don't get better than a Farmers Market, always great food, good quality,a nd not too expensive. I can't believe they are planning to get rid of it, here ours is only twice a month - we want more!
i love farmers market, they're fresh, cheaper and you can talk to the seller.
We don't have a farmer's market around here really. We do, however, have a gentleman who goes up to the courthouse square on Friday evenings to sell produce. The one thing I miss about living in Florida is that we went to the flea markets on the weekends and we could always buy fresh produce there. Our favorite thing to buy was fresh Okra. Nobody around here sells it fresh, and I wasn't able to get it to grow in our garden this year. :(
Lisa
"how sad to get so civilized"
Wow, I wonder if Belgrade will follow in Budapest's footsteps in that regard. I guess there is always a price to pay for "progress". :-/
Hello Isadora !
Nice market...
It's like at home (chez moi)...
I have also GOOD mushrooms...
See You later.
Fight to keep your market!
That means good food, that means work for farmers, that means quality of life for everyone ;Here we have several of them around the town, and several days a week!and we wouldn't change that for anything!
bah to the beaurocrats who would rid us of these vibrant places - alas we have them the world over.
Something we have just started and about time too. Food is so much tastier and cheaper from these places.
Today is my 200th post.
I adore farmer's markets. We have nothing at all like that where I live in Montana but we did back home each week. I miss it- and this looks so nice. Bless fresh veggies
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