Feeling Empty—What’s Happening?

Life has changed these last few months. I am letting go of my life as it has been.

I need to be home more with my ill husband. I find I cannot listen to, nor speak with other people as much. This SPACE or SEASON of life reminds me of a poem by Rumi, called

The Guest House

This being human is a guest house,

Every morning is 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 for whoever comes,

because each has been sent

as a guide from beyond.

 

I’ve learned from life that when I have to be quiet, it’s for a reason. It may be to allow others to grow. It may be for me to grow. It may be for rest and renewal.

Initially, I cannot say I appreciate all sorrows. How about you?

How does Rumi’s poem affect you? Is there a change and letting go for you?

I’d love to hear your thoughts at: blessedcrone@earthlink.net.

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