the guest house.

THE GUEST HOUSE
Rumi

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.

sage.

Everyone needs a sage. No debate.

I often say I am the individual and the collective. I experience life as an individual and I experience life as the collective. It requires a lot of mindfulness because the weight of the collective can be extremely heavy. Too heavy for any individual to take on.

I’m going to go out on a limb and say that anxiety and depression is heavily affecting the collective right now. I feel it. I’m experiencing it. And what I’ve come to find as a remedy is a sage. Your sage may be your mama, your friends mama, your girlfriend, your auntie, your teacher, your therapist. She holds space for you. She’s spiritually grounded. She exudes love. She passes no judgement. She gives no advice instead she is lead by spirit to offer words and resources that leave you full, heard, loved and equipped. She holds your hand be it literally or theoretically. She listens. She’s generous with her time, her space and her wisdom. She’s there for you. She’s been there before, right where you are. She knows what you are dealing with and her faith allows her to reassure you that it gets better. She speaks over your life and has the vision and foresight to see what’s possible for you. Even when you can’t see it.

You get you a sage. Seek out your sage, share with them what you’re dealing with and watch God in human form wrap the love of the divine feminine around you until you can pick yourself up and walk again. Until you feel lighter. Until you can see clearly. Until you sleep through the night. Until your tears are dry. Until you are at peace in your soul.

timing.

Love. Unbridled, accepted and reciprocated. Not just reciprocated like I love you too. Reciprocated like I see you. I feel you. I accept you, fully. Reciprocated like I’ll hold your hand tight and we’ll take our time because I know you are afraid, I am too. Reciprocated like this is a huge risk but we’re in this together. Reciprocated like let’s walk in the park, sit on the grass, cuddle, talk, walk, share, ideate, think, wink, laugh, smile. Reciprocated like we should do life together. Me and you. Reciprocated like, yeah. we should!