Yesterday, I went to an all-day silent meditation as part of a class I am taking. There’s a lot about that day’s experience that I am still processing but there are two things that I wanted to share with you today. One is this beautiful children’s story.
and the other was this wonderful poem from 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.
~ Rumi ~
It really spoke to me. I am off tonight to another adventure and didn’t have a lot of words yet but didn’t want to leave you without anything (and wanted to make sure I remembered these two important parts of experience from yesterday.)
hope you like them.
Thank you for sharing this. I am saving it to mull over later , it’s very timely.