but i do believe Something is at work. and so i am learning to be still, and wait, and welcome it all.
note: i am learning - this is in process; nevertheless, i'm learning.
here's a poem in which 13th century Persian poet/theologian Rumi, in which he encourages us not to reject, not to dismiss, not to run, but to welcome.
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.