This being human is a guest house.Every morning a new arrivalA joy, a depression, a meanness,some momentary awareness comesas an unexpected visitor.Welcome and entertain them allEven if they’re a crowd of sorrows,who violently sweep your houseempty of its furnitureStill treat each guest honorable,He may be clearing you outfor 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 sentas a guide from beyond.- Rumi
Maybe no morning should begin without Rumi. If we could live by these words, we certainly would be a bit more peaceful. I know I would. “Every morning a new arrival…” ah Rumi, you speak to my heart and soul. Today is the day I take to the stage with 8 other women to get my funny on. I have felt so far from funny recently. Insane, yes. Funny, not so much. I question why I am doing it, yet I question most things that stretch and challenge me.
05 June, 2012 / 4 Comments