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 ~
Today, I will make space. I will make room in my heart to allow new things in, and let old things that were not working so well leave. Today, I will be compassionate for myself; even if I still want to try to reach out to others, I still need to be good to me first. Today, I am grateful for my friends. Today, I am angry at my god, but not consumed by all that anger, but angry nonetheless.
Today, I had a vision in my meditation of a possible life forward. Today, as I continue to let go of this dream of having my own, I am letting a new little dream take hold which isn’t as dependent on the state of my uterus. Today, I find a new reason to work hard at this degree (which is neverending sometimes), so that I can get back out into the work world, stand on my own two feet, and ground myself.