Shadow Dancing with the Guests of my House

The poem, The Guest House by Rumi, came into my world again. I’m always amazed at the times when I need something the most, it is there for me.  A gentle reminder that my body holds messages and emotions (guests).  When I’m not paying attention those guests hang around longer than they need.  And rather than using my hands to create from my inner wisdom, I sit and think on it.  I push forward hoping, maybe even wishing that time will help it pass, fearful that the intention I set may not be worthy of my heart.  Curating the hearts of others brings joy and celebration.  Curating my own is at times scary.

Today, I honored process (something I feel so passionately about yet forget often) and honored my emotions that are present in me by allowing my body and hands to dance freely.  I welcomed my wounds with open arms and an open heart.  I dove deep into the messages I needed to hear.  I dove even deeper into the messages I did not hear.  I said goodbye to many guests taking up space that no longer needed shelter and I acknowledged many others that needed more light.  Creating is the invitation which allows my hands to soothe and from the depths of my soul welcome each guest, honor their presence, find resilience and truth in process. Today I honored my lively brush, not as a brush but as my heart.

The Guest House by 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.


She 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.

I discovered my heart is big enough to hold my truth and resilient spirit. Each guest became an offering of love and intention for new beginnings.

What pearls of wisdom are keeping residence in you?  Using your hands to play and explore in any way may find the answers you seek.

Blessings to all who roam here and find refuge in any sparkling gems that may be calling you.

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