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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’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.

 

J. Rumi- Coleman Barks translation, from The Essential Rumi

 

Appropriately read before yoga class last night.  Amazing when the dharma talk/reading speaks to exactly what’s needed in the moment.  Any message Rumi has to say is always delivered with love and joy…

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Tingling Organisms

The beauty of writing is having so much to say.  The agony is making sense of it all while connecting with your reader.  I think I should be writing more every day, but then, I jinx myself with thoughts of not being good enough, no one being interested, etc.  

In reality, everyone has a story, every day, it’s just getting past the illusions of what you think is important, to what really is.  Like connecting with friends and family; or doing something you love- even if it’s cooking yourself dinner or taking a bath; or being in your body, grounding yourself with yoga, meditation or better yet, sharing your body 😉  And then it’s doing these things EVERY day, in some way, again and again, over and over, until your stillness and connection becomes a part of your being.  Because that’s who we are, massive organisms who need connection, touch, quiet and fulfillment- every day.  To feel alive, to feel full and empty at the same time, to be open and vulnerable, so that our nerve endings tingle with each connection.  Are the ends of your hair tingling?  Mine are 😉

A Good Day

Recently, I’ve been telling folks when they ask what I do, that “on a good day, I write.”  Then I explain that the rest of the time is filled with all the other numerous things I’m involved in – yoga, teaching yoga, doula work, photography, eating, etc.

This morning, I went to my favorite local bakery/ morning place after having been away for a couple of weeks and ended up sitting down to have a coffee and biscuit (delicious by the way).  And sure enough, I met a regular sitting at the bar who turned out to be a writer.  When he asked what I did, I gave him my usual, on a good day…

Today being Tuesday, I also went to a meditation and dharma (teachings on Buddhism) talk at the Shambala center, which had just recently started up again for the fall.  And I got to thinking (you know how hard it is to meditate without thinking??), if someone told me that they only wrote on “good days” then I would most probably reply, then why not make every day, a good day?  Why not do what you love, every day of the week? A ton of bricks, just like that, crashing down in my head…well more like a wee, little light bulb going on 😉

If I’ve spent most of my life telling people that I want to write and that it would be a part of what I did no matter what, then what exactly am I waiting for?  A bad day??  To be honest, bad days sometimes make it easy to write – the angst, frustration, pain; but a good day is just as full of things to write about and share – joy, happiness, bliss-so in truth, writing isn’t about good days or bad days, it’s just about…life.

So here I am, writing; but, I’m still calling today a good day, just so you know 😉

Biscuit for breakfast

Summer Solstice

Yesterday was the Summer Solstice, also known as the longest day of the year – if you’re in the northern hemisphere that is.  I first became interested in the Solstice while living in Santa Barbara, where they have a festival every June to commemorate it.

There is something special about acknowledging passages of time, and seasonal changes.  It is a reminder of all that we have been through and achieved, good or bad – if we need to put a value on it.

I like to think of these celestial occurences as new beginnings; a chance to start new, begin again.  So with that in mind, I’m going to take another crack at this blogging thing.  Onward and upward, or back to the keyboard…

Turning Up

I was half-listening to Charlie Rose interview Ian McEwan tonight and all of sudden I heard McEwan say, “You only get luck if you turn up.”  I stopped what I was doing, picked up my pen and wrote his quote down in my book (and hope it’s accurately quoted).  I believe he was referring to the process of writing and getting lucky with finding inspiration/new material by actually showing up to write, every day. Turning off “the email machine” (as I think he called it), and tuning in to the process and its results.  Being present.

With changes in my schedule, I’ve been putting off/ avoiding writing, thinking that when I had more time, better mental space, I would sit down and write again. And I have started posts a number of times on my iPhone app, only to not go back and finish.  But today, Ian McEwan’s words rang true and here I am.  You have to show up, do the work, put the effort in…mark me as ‘present.’

Spring is here

Spring

A slight breeze

Shining sun

Birds singing

Trees –

Glory be,

Shout out loud from joy –

Spring is finally here!

Snow, rain, hail storms –

Winter has moved on

And spring in all it’s glory

Arrived today.

Rejoice in change

New beginnings

A chance to start again.

A whisper passed between seasons

A subtle shift in mind, body and soul

Casually drifted in.

Smile silently –

Whisper in the breeze.

Turn to face the sun

Anew,

Change is here.

Turn –

Turn to the warmth,

Turn and start again.

3-17-10

sj