I first learned of Rumi when I was a sophomore in high
school. My English teacher was . . . eccentric. But in many ways, she was my
first introduction to what would become my current path. Not only Rumi but Lao
Tzu graced our reading lists, and even then, I connected with their words.
Rumi’s poem, The Guest House, the
poem I first read 16 years ago, comes and goes in my life, and right now, I
feel its draw again. Here is the poem in full:
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.
In short, he says, welcome whatever comes. It will not be staying long, and it may be making space for something amazing! It can be very easy to get caught up in the sorrows and
meanness, especially when we are always expecting disaster, participating in
the downward spiral of email, or caught up in vicarious trauma. But as Rumi
points out, these experiences are just momentary guests. We may feel that some
will overstay their welcome, but eventually they pack up and go. Eventually
something new takes their place.
Yoga has shown me another level of The Guest House. Not only are these moments in life going to come
and go, but we never have to let them define us. Our humanity, “this being
human” is about being the building where these moments occur. They are not who
we are. We are not defined by our sorrows anymore than we are defined by our
joys. They are simply visitors who interact with us and perhaps change us, but
they need not define us.
It is easy to think they define us. When we forget how
temporary each of these guests are in our lives, it is easy to allow them to
overtake our mentality. But when we do that, we forget that every one of these
guests is something that can teach us something new.
I have been extremely blessed to have travelled a lot in my
life. I have spent many nights in hostels interacting with people from around
the world. And each and every one of them has taught me something new. I see them as the physical embodiment of Rumi's point. Sometimes I really enjoyed our conversations, and other times I was fairly
annoyed by them, but I have always learned from them, and then they vanished from my life and I from their life. Rumi reminds us that all
of our life experiences can be the same type of gift. We can always learn from
them.
And we never know when they are going to clear us “for some
new delight.” And thus, each and every one of them is a gift. We just have to
recognize them as such. And that can be hard. That can be really hard. But Rumi
helps give us a new perspective, a new way to smile and laugh when we think
life is going to overwhelm us.
I have not, in any way, mastered Rumi’s suggestion. I have
carried it with me since high school, but it is not something we are taught in
modern society. Quite the contrary. We are taught to mask our pains, pretend
they are not there, or cover them up with medications. Rumi’s suggestion is not
a mask, but instead an experience. We are not to ignore the pains and sorrows.
Instead, we are to recognize the gifts they are. The pain and fear still
happen, but we can know they are nothing more than temporary house guests. Once
they are gone, we can wash the sheets and be open for the next arrival.
In many ways, yoga has made this easier for me. When I
struggle on the mat some days, I know that the next day, I may feel great. Some
days my meditation practice is nothing but a movie reel of my thoughts, and on
other days it is calm awareness (much, much more rarely than the former). But
each day is new. Each experience is new.
And when we do not expect that everything is a disaster, but
instead expect that everything is a gift, that awareness can open us up to the
greatest possibilities of our lives.
Namaste!
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Rebecca Stahl 2012, all rights reserved.
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