"I Choose The Mountain" by Howard Simon

The low lands call 

I am tempted to answer 

They are offering me a free dwelling 

Without having to conquer

The massive mountain makes its move 

Beckoning me to ascend 

A much more difficult path 

To get up the slippery bend

I cannot choose both 

I have a choice to make 

I must be wise 

This will determine my fate

I choose, I choose the mountain 

With all its stress and strain 

Because only by climbing 

Can I rise above the plane

I choose the mountain 

And I will never stop climbing 

I choose the mountain 

And I shall forever be ascending

I choose the mountain

Kathrine Switzer: The Girls Got What It Needs To Take

Kathrine Switzer showed bravery by contesting a male-dominated sporting society in the 1960′s and 70′s, and played a huge role in achieving gender equality in long distance running. In 1967, Switzer ran the Boston marathon despite the event being open to only males. Upon seeing a female competing, officials and organisers tried to stop her from running, and tried to rip her competition number back from her. Switzer managed to complete the event, and was the first woman to win the New York City marathon in 1974.

The Invitation By Oriah Mountain Dreamer

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 doesnt interest me

what planets are 

squaring your moon...

I want to know

if you have touched

the centre of your own sorrow

if 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.