Do you ever go thru periods of time where you are in a “funk” ? Not only do I, but I have been in one for almost two weeks now. Started out as PMS. Then I had a massage where the person did extreme work on my stomach area. I have NEVER had that done before, and am not sure I would again. It stirred stuff up for me that has been super uncomfortable. The stomach is where we hold old emotional baggage. Man, did I have alot! I have been judging myself for all this “stuff” for a few days now and at my ineptitude at dealing with it after all the work I have done. Then this poem came across my desk. This is one of my ALL TIME FAVORITES by Rumi. Basically telling us to not berate or judge ourselves for our feelings and emotions. To welcome them in to our home as a guest. To not “take them on” is to not make them a part of who we are. This is much better for us physically, spiritually.
I have posted this before so if you have seen this on my site previously, please excuse, but I think it is worth a reprint!
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.
— Jelaluddin Rumi,
translation by Coleman Barks