The Guest House
'This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all! Even if they're a crowd of sorrows, who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture, still, treat each guest honorably. He may be clearing you out for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing and invite them in. Be grateful for whoever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond.'
Welcome and entertain them all! Even if they're a crowd of sorrows, who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture, still, treat each guest honorably. He may be clearing you out for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing and invite them in. Be grateful for whoever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond.'
Rumi
This was sent the other day from Guy Meadows of the Insomnia Clinic and such encouraging words couldn't have come at a better time as I read it on a morning I was feeling particularly rough. It's certainly not easy to welcome 'a crowd of sorrows' - I feel as though I have a long way to go before I can say I'm achieving this. But still...here we are...a bright, sunny new summer's day and I am having a very, very quiet, peaceful day. I'm disappointed that I'm not at my godson's 3rd birthday - Andy and the girls have gone without me, the reason being that last night I had another whole night of early contractions. Does this baby want to come early per chance?
They have finally subsided but I'm drained and need to take it easy today and 'nest' as Andy and I call it. I've already cleaned the crib and shifted things around in the baby's room. Now I'm heading for my room where I hope it's not too hot and just stretch out and relax and maybe even dream of a tiny little person who is coming to meet me soon.
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