Still struggling with
decisions. That's ok. So, today I'm sharing one of my favorite poems by Rumi.
My friend Susan sent me this poem when my dear LouisPooey passed away. I read
it everytime I feel challenged. It gives me strenght. It gives me roots that
keeps me firmly planted on solid ground.
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~
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