Sue Moon’s Blog

Looking back through the past of so many spiritual experiences in this life (and aren’t they all just that!);  It’s like candy, little/big nanoseconds/months of experiencing ecstasy.  The peaceful bliss that reminds us of our real selves.  The wildly ecstatic joy that redefines our cells.

But today, it is back to the laundry.  The myriad of errands that keep the human life in motion and mostly devoid of the ecstasy.  Rumi, that great Persian Poet extraordinaire states it so eloquently:

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.