We all walk ancientrails. Welcome to the journey.

All Are Welcome

Imbolc                                                                        Imbolc Moon

I love my insightful friends who’ve weathered a gremlin or two. You know who you are.

One of them, Tom, sent me this poem from Rumi:

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.

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