The Guest House

The Guest House:


This being human is a guesthouse.

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 honourably.

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 ben sent

As a guide from beyond.




I happened across this poem today, through a friend.  Perfect timing.


As my blood results show all normal results, no pregnancy, no coeliac, no anaemia, no thyroid issues, no kidney or liver issues… All a huge relief and the voices of doom are silenced in my head (and the Big Man’s … who sweetly shared he was worrying I had cancer or a brain tumour!)…


So whatever ‘this is’.. virus or the ‘crowd of sorrows’ sweeping through my body that is leaving me with just enough energy to do the necessary tasks – loving my boys –  I am going to welcome it.


I will welcome it and trust and believe my energy will be back in no time, renewed and with some ‘new delight’ or purpose in store.



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