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.
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 ~
Thank you Rumi! This week i am letting Rumi inspire my self rationalization. What does that even mean you ask? When I wake up with a pep in my step I celebrate the good mood. I welcome happiness with open arms no qustions asked. I don't try to talk myself out of happiness or beat myself up because I feel joy. When I encounter mad, sad, angry even welled up inside fire about to unleash I instantly insert self defeating dialogue. Why can't you just be happy. BECAUSE we must invite each of our feelings in, hold space for them, see them for what they are - a teacher. I say bring it on...
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