I was given this poem recently - and what a gift.I think of it when an emotion seizes me that I don’t necessarily want to entertain.
I have found it difficult to accept all the many sides of me, especially when they’re flung in my face during an emotional dialogue.
I am learning to accept all the different angles, to invite them all in and to love all of me, not only the easiest parts. The sweet parts that I see reflected in my children and the bad parts too that chafe and ache like a thorn in my side - a constant reminder that I have a long long way to go on this journey of mine.


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 ~