This poem by Rumi has me thinking:
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.
-Rumi
Feel the Feng Shui of the flow?
My heart is digging it today!
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This is the poem my cousin read to me many times while Martin was at home with hospice. Has definite significance for me.
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