One of My Fave Poems for Hard Times

I wanted to share this poem, since it’s one of my faves of all time – especially when sh*t gets hard:

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 whoever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond.


So you see, this being human thing is hard.

It’s fucking real.

It’s hard and it’s beautiful and it’s crazy-making sometimes.

But it’s part of the price we pay for being alive on this amazing planet with our miraculous bodies.

There’s nothing wrong when these “new arrivals” come.

You’re just having a human experience.

So what are you going to do about it?

Don’t let it burden you.

Get curious. Invite it in. Don’t ask the sky, “Why me?”

Ask this new arrival, “Why are you here? What have I to learn?”

“Where are we going?”


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