Living in Dharamshala and with a lack of consistent wifi, both a blessing and a curse, has given me lots o’ time to sit outside, take in my surroundings and think. For those of you that don’t know, Dharamshala sits at the foot of the Himalayas and let me tell you, it is so damn serene and peaceful here. Home to the Dalai Lama and more than enough meditation, yoga and retreat centers, I can now understand why people come here. With all this time on my hands and a severe bout of jet lag, I’ve been feeling awfully reflective so here I am sharing that with all of you.
My job has given me so many opportunities to meet wonderful souls here in this world and yesterday I was lucky enough to meet another who shared a poem with me that I want to continue to pass along. It’s called The Guest House by Rumi and I think it is worth a read.
“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.”
I obviously can’t tell you how to feel about this poem but for me it genuinely hit me right in the deepest part of my soul and feels. Amazing how simple words and thoughts can have such grave significance. I am a guest house, in India right now of all places, AND I personally think that is so.damn.cool. JUDGE MEEEE. I’m a guest house anyways so it don’t matter haha. In the words of my mama: SHERYL, I DO NOT CARE. But all y’all Sheryls out there, I hope you enjoy this poem 🙂
Namaskar, Namaste & Namaslayyy.