This has been a rough week on multiple fronts. Despite my best efforts I have sort of resigned to the fact that this is just going to be a rough patch of time and I am going to have to muddle through it. Poetry often helps me in times like these so I have been turning to two of my favorites lately, Rumi and Leonard Cohen. I’ve also been drinking lots of tea and eating lots of oranges. Below is one of my favorite poems by Rumi.
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.