I have had an interesting couple of weeks… thinking about myself as a teacher as a person and the ways that I am still learning to do some things. Such as learning from other peoples perspectives and continuing to grow taking in the good and the bad.
I came across this poem in my things and I felt it fitting for some of what I have been dealing with this past weeks.
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 attend 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.
Welcome difficulty.
Learn the alchemy True Human
Beings know:
the moment you accept what troubles
you’ve been given, the door opens.
Welcome difficulty as a familiar
comrade. Joke with torment
brought by the Friend.
Sorrow are the rags of old clothes
and jackets that serve to cover,
and then are taken off.
That undressing,
and that beautiful
naked body
underneath,
is the sweetness
that comes
after grief.
By Jelalludin Rumi
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