Tuesday, August 7, 2007

Guest House by Rumi

 
 

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 are 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.

Saturday, August 4, 2007

I Live Between Two Worlds

I live between two worlds, the world of work and efficiency and remembered tasks and schedules and items checked off and the world of dreams and of stories telling themselves and chaos and confusion. The hardest part is finding enough time to go to the latter. Mya is telling me her story but I have to stop her, midsentence sometimes, to travel to the land of adolescent girls with all of their challenges and learnings and joys and grief and drama. Maybe the travels between the two are really what juice each.

 
 

105 ms pages!