This will be my last blog for a couple of weeks. I am heading down to Louisiana to spend time with my mother and, as always, I am not bringing my laptop. I like to unplug when I spend time with family so I can really be present to them. I will be back to blogging sometime after March 17.
Someone called me a couple of days ago to run something by me. She said, “I want to tell you what is getting ready to happen and hear your thoughts on how you see it and what you would do.”
Feeling a little uneasy because I know I do not have easy answers for another life, I said, “Okay, tell me what is going on. ”
A family member was coming to visit her and they asked if they could bring along someone they knew. My friend was not too happy about this because she did not want to have to spend time with a stranger who she maybe would not like.
She said, “I’m uncomfortable with a stranger in my house and feel put upon.” I could hear the angst in her voice and I also sensed fear.
After giving careful thought to what she was saying and feeling, I responded.
“I certainly cannot tell you to allow, or not allow, someone into your space if you are not comfortable with that. You have the right to say no and ask your daughter not to bring anyone with her. BUT, what I can do is help you remember we are all spirit occupying a flesh suit. We are connected and related and many times we don’t really know who we are entertaining when in the presence of strangers.”
Softly she responded, “Oh my, I did not think about that. ”
I continued, “Who knows, maybe this person needs to see your face to remember something, or be in your energy field for a purpose. That said, I encourage you to honor your feelings and do what you think is best. I support you in whatever decision you make.”
Hearing these words she remembered who she was and she touched her power and compassion.
I do not know what her decision will be but I trust it will all be okay. When I hung up I thought of The Guest House by Rumi. I usually take these words to mean the importance of honoring whatever shows up in my life, however it applies here also.
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 are 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 whatever comes.
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.
– Jelaluddin Rumi,
translation by Coleman Barks