First–bear with me–a poem that never fails to move me.
The 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.
Sometimes I access and understand my feelings better when I see personified, just a group of roommates living together in my emotional house. Some of the particularly important people in my house,in 2015, were Anxiety, the wounded girl, and the Nurse. In 2016, I spent some time getting to know Self-Loathing.
When in 2017 I finally encountered Rumi’s poem, The Guest House, I was moved to see the same ideas expressed, hundreds of years ago, so beautifully.
This page just brings many of my posts about the house and its inhabitants together in one place.
Rearrange the House (8/25/15)
Rethinking the House Already (8/26/15)
Done With Denial (9/2/15)
The House for All of Me (9/8/15)
In the Morning (9/9/15)
The Girl and Me (9/12/15)
Just Hanging in There Until October 1 (9/19/15)
Inside the House These Days (9/26/15)
Time for the Girl (10/1/15)
A Walk with the Puppies (10/2/15)
Let Anger Speak (10/13/15)
All Right, Let’s Talk Anxiety (11/11/15)
Anxiety Writes Back (11/12/15)
Anxiety, You Are So Quiet (12/22/15)
We’ll Take Care of You, Phase 1 (12/26/15)
The Return of Self-Loathing (6/11/16)
She Needs To Follow The Rules (6/12/16)
Those Big Boots (6/14/16)
The Visitors To My Porch (7/29/16)