05/22/2023
A favorite of mine, The Guest House. When I found out I needed to probably do donor eggs to have another child it was so alien to me. It took a couple more years, thousands in treatments, meds and a failed IVF to get to where I KNEW it was the only way I’d have my 2nd child. For everyone it’s different. I felt like I had to invite in grief to then have joy come. I was right.
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.