facing the days


I’ve missed being here…writing and sharing quotes, perspectives, thoughts and feelings. It’s been a desert of late. These times can be challenging to navigate when one enjoys writing as much as I do and have in the past. Even my journal had become a drought-ridden area that I simply could not walk through or even attempt to nourish.

There are many reasons for this, as my life these last few months has seen quite a few challenges. Navigating our interior spaces when the challenges outside of us seem to be never-ending can often keep us separated from the best of who we are. I did find myself listening more intently to my higher self, or God, or whatever you call that which is in everything. That alone probably kept me from taking a deep dive into dark places within that I have committed to not return to again. I am human, after all.

More than once during this period, Rumi’s poem, The Guest House, popped into my head. I thought on several occasions to go find it to read and re-familiarize myself with its words and inherent intentions and meaning. I finally did this last evening. Slowly reading through it, I was reminded that indeed, being human can have some challenges; and for some of us, these can come quite regularly at various periods in our lives. I was further reminded that the ways in which we greet these “arrivals”; the choices we make about how to receive and experience them makes the difference…all of the differences. How we feel, how we see other things in the day, the week, others in our lives and many times the places we visit or otherwise inhabit are all affected by who we are and how we feeling within ourselves.

I leave it here for you to read and interpret or intuit its meaning for yourself.


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


With gratitude to Loco’s Photo’s for her willingness to allow me to include her photos in my blog posts. You can learn more as well as see some of her latest photographs on the Images page on this site.

13 thoughts on “facing the days

  1. A beautiful reflection on your life at present Carrie. We have missed your posts. I am writing my second book which is called “The guest House” based on this beautiful and wise poem by Rumi. It’s one of my favorites!

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    1. Karen, Thank you for your kind comment. I am thrilled to know you are writing another book! I look forward to reading it when it is published. I hope you will let us all know when it’s ready. Wishing you the very best in this exciting writing journey. 🙏

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  2. It takes time to greet and meet these guests so we can welcome them fully. Cleaning the house afterwards is also a bit of a chore 😉Take your time and trust inspiration will be there in its own time.
    Thank you for sharing this Carrie 💕

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    1. Thank you, Val. Inspiration is always there. I’m not always there to see, hear or know how to accept it. I’m reminded by your comment, that it too is a visitor. If I’m too busy with the other visitors (resisting rather than accepting them), then I miss the gift of the inspiration. Your comment reminded me of that. Thank you so much. 🙏💕


  3. Thank you for sharing such a deep and honest reflection, Carrie. When I read your post a while ago, it resonated so strongly with what I was experiencing that I didn’t have words to comment. The words that usually flow so easily just didn’t come, so instead, I spent days working outside cleaning and planting gardens and avoided blogging. Contemplating the miracle of life emerging from seemingly inanimate seeds helped rekindle my sense of wonder and joy. “Success,” in terms of immediate evidence that life would emerge easily as a result of my work, was not what mattered. It was the process of being present and planting with love that mattered far more despite, or perhaps because of, all of the external and internal challenges that could distract me or make me feel it was a waste of time to even try.

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    1. Carol, thank you for sharing your experience. I find that there are a few bloggers whose words often have the same impact on me. Words fail in those moments…and yet I am called to something deeper for having read what they have expressed. It means a lot to me that you found that in what you read here and that you came back to post a comment. I’m not as diligent. However, I am nearly always touched. Yes, presence with what is isn’t always easy to greet or be with. Yet, it is a great teacher. I have always enjoyed “getting my hands in dirt” – whether pulling weeds or planting herbs, flowers, or even dreaming about a tree or two that I wish to have planted. Nature is such a powerful healer when we allow ourselves to be present to the myriad ways it offers its healing touches. I send you blessings of love and acceptance, dear Carol.

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  4. Beautiful post Carrie and I love the Rumi poem. My what a mystic he was. He makes my heart ache to feel even an ounce of the devotion and love he feels for God. But these do grow day b day. Your inspirational blog also helps. Anita

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    1. Thank you, Anita. I agree with you about Rumi. It’s challenging enough in this world with all of the traumas, dramas and distractions, to remember who we are and that loving like that is possible. Rumi inspires me always.


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