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Come On In The Guest House

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.

Jellaludin Rumi,
translation by Coleman Barks

A few weeks ago, my wonderful counselor read this poem to me to start a session and it has stayed with me since that night. I am not sure why, but it spoke to my soul and tethered itself to me. I am not sure why, but it spoke to my demons and made them cower in fear. I am not sure why, but it spoke to that inner child still full of pain and gave her comfort. I am not sure why, but it spoke to my warrior and it made her feel stronger. I am not sure why, but I know that it is important.

My guest house is a little stone cottage in the woods, complete with a thatch roof and a dutch door. It is surrounded by woods, gardens full of beautiful flowers, and sits on the edge of a small, tranquil lake.  It is a mix of all the fairy tale homes I have read about and my family camp on Lake Superior. It is old, but protects you with solid walls. It is small, but envelopes you in love and warmth. It is worn, but invites you in with safety and comfort. It has been battered by storms, but despite the damage is still a sight to see.

The guests as of late, have not been ones to enjoy, but ones to tolerate. The guests as of late, have not been ones to embrace, but ones to observe. The guests as of late, have not been welcome, but ones that needed shelter. The guests as of late, have not been friendly, but have caused me pain. The guests as of late, have not been calm, but have caused chaos within. The guests as of late, have not been my warrior, but instead have been my demons.

No matter who shows up each and every day, my guest house is open. No matter who shows up each and every day, I will welcome them with a smile. No matter who shows up each and every day, I will try to learn from my guest. No matter who shows up each and every day, I will let the emotions of their visit wash over me. No matter who shows up each and every day, I will try to keep my balance. No matter who shows up each and every day, I will look forward to my next guest.

My guest house is a place of learning.

My guest house is a place of growing.

My guest house is a safe place to feel pain.

My guest house is a place of joy.

My guest house is a place of solitude. 

My guest house is a place of gathering.

My guest house is chaos.

My guest house is my calm.

My guest house is love.

My guest house is me in all its imperfections.

~ Kellie

Working each day to be the warrior and leader I know is within me. You can follow me at https://wordpress.com/view/leaderofthepacks.blog

Coming To A Closed Door

“Sometimes we can be doing our thing, walking, praying that we are in alignment with God’s will and we’ll come to a closed door.”

I know one door that closed for me and that is OK. I always thought that I would be married by 30 and at least one more child I know now that will never happen. And that is OK. I can look past that because I am striving for a better future for my son and me.

Nothing, and I mean NOTHING comes before my son and his well-being. I want to be able to give my son his needs and wants in life. I want to be able to give him the things I was not given when I was younger by my parents. Not their faults by any means. My mother passed away when I was 13. My dad well that’s a whole another story but still not his fault per say.

With that door being closed and me moving forward in my life I think I will be able to do those things. Like afford to let him take band, sports, camps or whatever might suit him, within reason, when he gets older. I don’t always want to panic of what can or can’t be afforded. And with that door being closed I can keep moving forward in my schooling and keep pushing in EVERY way that I can. I am not looking back. I am not worried about anything but what I need to. Doors may close but its where we go after that door closes is what truly that matters.

And what matters is you and your family. When one door closes than you open another! When you get to that door and the door closes, you open another one. All you must do is keep pushing forward. Your happiness matters regardless of how many doors close!

~Shelly