This is life: “A Guesthouse”

It was a long weekend.  I am no longer pregnant.  Nature’s wisdom.  I have to be okay with that.  I will be okay with that, but still, sadness and sorrow is the prevailing feeling.  However, at the edges of all of that is hope that this clearing out will be for some new delight. 

I am grateful for the kindness and tenderness of friends, family and unknown friends out there in the world.  May you all be blessed.

This being human is a guesthouse

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 its furniture

Still treat each guest honorably

He may be cleaning 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.