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 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.
This was our guest this week, Bear the dog. All of our habits and routines had to alter to accommodate
He influenced how we used our space, how we saw our space I feel he taught us an appreciation for many things
that we had overlooked. The poem above seems to touch upon all of this.