A post by way of not really having a post
Life is pretty hard right now. Don’t get me wrong, I have a great deal to be thankful for, and for the most part I am thankful for those things. Still, of course, like anyone, those blessings and joys can be present and true for me and it can also be true that life is hard. This is a moment where I feel like perhaps I should share more deeply, uncover the things that are hard and make an offering of that vulnerability. That’s a pretty good thing to do, a lot of the time. I’ve found it to be a meaningful act of service in the past, and I know that I will again in the future.
I’m not going to do that today, in part because to do so authentically would involve telling stories that aren’t really mine to tell, and in part because the idea of it is exhausting in a way that I’m not, right now, willing to be exhausted. At the same time, it is my turn on the blog this week, and I believe strongly in offering what I can, when I can. I remind myself that often, what I can offer is quite a lot – and sometimes, like today, it’s not very much. In that spirit, then, here is a poem that I was recently reminded of that brings me a certain amount of peace when I’m feeling this way. For anyone else in a similar place right now, I hope that you might find it helpful as well.
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.
This post was written by Jason Frey
Tagged with: poetry