Sometimes a guest house is pooped and demoralized

Hoo boy, it's been a long, tough day and I am, I think, unable to grasp hold of any really great ideas to write about.  (Yes, I have a list…but as we both know, the hard part isn't having one, it's using it.  :P). 

I mean, I knew this would happen at some point, over a whole month of daily stuff.  One day there was bound to just be…::crickets::

It's fine though. There are lessons in today too, and in everything that's currently being difficult.  I may be too pooped and demoralized to list them right now, or even to argue pointless semantics about the nature of how that works — but tomorrow I'll be less so, and I'll be able to see more of it as a challenge and an opportunity.  …Just not tonight.  :)

(Anybody know what "pooped and demoralized" is from?  Mad props if you do!)

Oo, hey, instead of explaining my point / lesson / metalesson / whatever, I can just quote someone smarter than me who already did!  That's handy!

This is by Rumi; it's called "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.

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.


About puredoxyk

Word addict, kungfu/taiji nut, and life-partner to polyphasic sleep. Rabid fan of as many hobbies as the world will let me pry into its piddly fourth dimension (it helps to have knocked out the wall).
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