I am excited for the turn of the year and for lay ahead. No one is ever assured what will arrive on our path; what at first at may seem bad, unfair, contrary might well turn out to be growth of beauty on our life. So often I focus on attaining what I have defined as goodness or on my best interest but what do I know? What perspective do I have of eternity or of why I am walking this earth at this moment in time?
Not knowing is scary, a bit unnerving. I am not in control. Yet not being in control allows me to enjoy the unknown and unexpected, to respond with growing grace to all that arrives. I think of the poem by Rumi "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 it's 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."