Tuesday, November 8, 2011

the guest house

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.

~ Rumi

oh gosh, I've got quite a case of the blues today. I am trying to treat these visitors honorably as Rumi suggests but I am flailing and woebegone.

Time passes at an aching snails pace. No matter how many boxes I go through, no matter how much I give away or toss, there is the same mountain in it's place. The estate paperwork is confusing, without end and enough to denude a forest. GEEZ.

I hate the constant activity. I long to just sit and BE with my grief. I long to be creative.

Thank you for hanging in there with me.

Do you Pinterest too? If you enjoy Pinterest, you can find my Pinterest boards here. Yes, I have enjoyed it a bit too much bwahhahahhahaha!

1 comment:

  1. Sally - I am afraid to go to pinterest, because as it is, I am ALWAYS on the computer. Pretty soon I will be fused to it. :) I love this poem/prose from Rumi. I know this is how we should react, but dang if it isn't hard to do. I've been thinking of you! xox Pam