Thursday, April 4, 2013

The Guest House

This week I had an unwelcome visit from the Crohn's monster, and so have tried to take it easy the past few days. Fortunately, I was able to go wild tonight and eat...CHICKEN! And then I did cartwheels! Really, though - I count myself fortunate that so far dinner is sitting well (after 1 day of a liquid diet and 2 days of a soft diet).

I attended a meditation session over lunch today, and the woman that led it shared the following poem. It was timely for me this week, but I think that it's one many of us can relate to. Enjoy!

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.

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