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House Guests

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!

(…)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. “The Guest House” by Rumi

I have heard this concept from many traditions, many teachers and in many different words…none so elequent as Rumi. Still I must learn the concept over and over as I fail to welcome my guests, not recognizing them as a part of my being human.

I can only be grateful for them times when I am more open to myself, thus allowing the lessons that the guides have been sent to teach me. And I am confident that they stand ready with a refresher course as often as I need it.

The Student



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Freedom to Fly

frigates in MexicoBirds make great sky-circles of their freedom.
How do they learn it?
They fall and falling,
they’re given wings.” Rumi

My spirit wants freedom.

I have lived my life with purpose and intention.  And sometimes when we make decisions in life, those decisions are irrevocable. They give form and substance to future choices, guiding us on a path beyond our wildest imaginings; sometimes joyful, sometimes sad.

Have I now paid the price? Have I redeemed my own life and made it possible to be free? Well, perhaps within the confines…

I think of my children and grandchildren and know that although I am important to them, I am no longer necessary. I have forged an immutable bond with my husband that will withstand all but betrayal.

Does this leave me free?

It is only my mind that binds me to the structure of the past.

What do I want from the future? I can’t define it.

I want less. I want more. I want nothing. I want everything.

I want joy. I have joy. I need only clear the way for it to erupt like a beautiful volcano into every color of the spectrum.

Red for the joy of passion.

Blue for the cool water and sky that surrounds me and gives me peace and contentment.

Green for the freshness of ideas and concepts that skip through my mind and thrill me with their possibilities.

Yellow for sheer happiness. For sun and smiles, daffodils and buttercups. Yellow to reflect against my chin, like a child, telling me that I am filled with boundless love.

If I set myself free to widen my circles of flight perhaps my joy will spread to those I love.

The Student


March 4, 2013 · 8:11 am

Looking for Love (in all the wrong places?)

“Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.

I learned to meditate over 40 years ago. After the initial honeymoon my practice was sporadic and sometimes non-existent. I kept meditation in my back pocket as a fail-safe when my gerbil mind wreaked havoc in my life. I used the deep relaxation as a replacement for sleep. Meditation was with me, and not a part of me.

Now that I have a real practice, lessons come more readily.

My self shows up even more regularly since I have added Deepak Chopra’s 21 day challenges to my standard meditation times. The challenge is within me.

“I am loved, lovable and loving.” was a centering thought in the summer sequence. The profundity of this statement rocked my vision of myself.

I am loved.

Yes, I feel loved. I state this boldly and begin teetering on the precipice of doubt. Must love, then, encompass being seen, being valued, being accepted? Am I loved for who I am or who I am expected to be? Who loves me unconditionally? Am I loved at my worst as well as my best?

My conclusion is still yes. Those who love me may not always seem loving to me. They may not approve of my decisions. They may not like my ideas. They may be irritated or even short-tempered with me. They may not even like me at times. And they love me. They support me. They care for me and about me.

I am lovable.

Not so sure about this one!

This cuts to the core of how I feel about myself. Am I worthy? Am I enough?

When I see myself as the child of God and this Universe I comprehend that I am just exactly who and what I need to be. My mistakes do not detract from my being. My winding path of learning is forever in the light.

When I see myself as I want to be, I fall short. I see my self-absorption, my lack of humor, my intensity and my faltering steps on my path.

And so, am I lovable? I can only answer that I am loved. Therefore…

Am I loving?

I am working toward that. If I am, as my teachers say, love; then I am loving. My work does not involve becoming more of what I already am. It is the day-by-day effort of chipping away at the shell around me. It is understanding that only I am capable of removing that protective coating that blocks the love I have to give and refuses access to the love that is due me.

The Student


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