Posts Tagged ‘The Guest House’

A Wise Rumi Poem About Welcoming

The wisest people I know say one thing always.

They say it’s good to welcome what’s here. They say to trust what’s here, don’t fight it. They say to open our arms to what shows up.

Whenever I write a blog, people email me personally, text me, or comment publicly on the post. (I love that you do this. Thank you.) Jennifer commented on my last post and essentially, she wrote about welcoming fear (and all that goes with it) into the heart. She said the heart can hold what the mind can’t. She is very wise.

If I’m weary of fear, I’m resisting it. I have not invited it in to sit at the table of my heart. I have not invited it to tea.

It seems I have a thing or two to learn about welcoming fear. For sure, welcoming what’s here (whatever it is in the moment) is an ongoing practice, and wears a coat of many colors.

Learning opens me, my life, my possibilities. To that end, I find that a little Rumi is most helpful.

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 are 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 whatever comes.
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.

– Rumi

Thank you all for your input. If you know me, you know I am committed to learning from everyone and everything, every day.

p.s. Thank you, Bill, for reminding me of this poem.

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Intimacy Is Everywhere

Hello Everyone,

Today, intimacy.

Love to you all,

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Friday Love: Bam! Gate Breaking, Anyone?

Good Friday, Everyone!

Today, I’m sharing a story about how I accidentally accomplished something on my bucket list. I ran through an exit gate while looking the other way. The hood of my car is scratched up, and one windshield wiper is a mess, but let’s have a good laugh about how we never expect what “getting what we want” includes!

Let me know if you relate…

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Enough with the Name-Calling

It seems to be a growing fad these days to call someone a narcissist, or declare they are toxic.
 
Political name-calling is similar—we assign politicians and voters to categories, and brush them off as if they are unintelligent, inferior, or even worthless.
 
By labeling others, we miss their humanity. We gloss over their struggle, their best effort at dealing with life. We dismiss them.
 
We do to them what we believe they are doing to others.
 
Look past a label, and in the soft light of day, there stands a person like you or like me, coping as best they can. At the end of the day, no friend, parent, or lover making conscious choices intends to be mean, or to ignore, or to embellish. There is always more to the story.
 
If we label others, then for sure we label ourselves. We trap ourselves into believing we are less than. Or not enough. Or we don’t give ourselves the time and forgiveness to work through our “stuff.” Maybe, if we stopped accusing others of narcissism, we could forgive ourselves for those moments when we were narrow-minded, inconsiderate, or afraid.
 
When it comes to labels, nobody wins.
 
So, my dear people, I suggest we peer a little deeper into ourselves to investigate a need to separate ourselves from others by tacking them with a label filled with disdain or scorn.
 
It is my wish that you view this video and take it to heart.
 
Much love,
Terri
 
 

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