this being human

If you are at all familiar with Rumi, I’m sure you are aware of his poem, The Guest House. I return to it frequently, especially when I feel a little off balance…or a lot off balance!  I refer to it so often lately, I’ve printed it and now use it as a book mark in my journal. I include it at the end of this post, if you would like to read it again.

I generally keep myself out of the dark recesses of my mind, wherein I can be returned to the ego’s powerful reminders of what I am not, what I do not have, or any number of those types of things, rooted in past experiences that were unpleasant. In my heart I know and feel differently. And…I am human. This being human is very challenging these days. If the pandemic and all of its concomitant suffering were not enough to see, hear and feel so deeply, I am feeling very weary going in this year’s election. I am heartened by the activism of so many people. Without the helpers, where would we all be?

And yet, the sickness gripping our country at this time – the non-COVID one – is enough to keep us all despairing that we will ever get out of this. And yet, I am here. Now.

There was a time in my life when I was quite adept at minimizing my own feeling of sadness or despair – my own suffering – by comparing my situation to someone else’s apparent situation; emphasis on apparent. We cannot know much of anything about what we observe in another, even if we think we can. When I used to do all of that comparing out – it gave me a moment of comfort, of not feeling so bad about my own situations. And of course, pushing down those feelings didn’t take care of them. They simply piled up deep inside. Depression eventually ensued and of course, I got help.

Today, I honor my feelings – all of them, including those which are showing up lately.

Just the other day, I started to remember all of what I have been missing as we all cope collectively with a pandemic in a country and a time in our history, where there was no effort to create a nationwide response that would have made a huge difference in every way for every one. Because some of us respect the power of this contagion, and some of us do not, there isn’t a lot of traveling that I feel comfortable doing at all. Outside dining is supposed to be ok, and I’m not even going to do that.

This time of year is quite lovely where I live. Visiting local wineries or breweries and going on short hikes, sitting outdoors in the cool Autumn air is something I always look forward to. Hot air ballooning is another fun activity to enjoy in the Autumn. The stunning Fall colors below, as you float so quietly above the earth are beautiful to see…and the morning sunrise from the air, breathtaking. Visits to family members in other states, or a late summer/early fall beach vacation is always nice. Enjoying a quiet coastal town when all of the vacationers have returned to their respective homes is a wonderful experience. And…well…not this year.

I cannot say I’ve spent much time “missing” any of these until recently. Perhaps it is the “escape” aspect of it all that feels so appealing in these days of so much uncertainty.

I feel I am not alone in the myriad feelings about the complexities of our days. Even as I reach for higher, spiritual connection and comfort, I am still human. This being human…well…it’s challenging some times.

To soothe my aching heart, I pray and meditate and write. To navigate the challenging waters of my human experience in these times, I read and listen to historians. Their life long study of so much of the nation’s and world’s history provides a context for the possibility of a future that we can create together that is more loving, addresses the seemingly endless list of disparities laid bare for us to see now, and begins to heal the planet that we have collectively ravaged for far too long.

And…I keep my eyes and heart wide open.

 

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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 whoever comes,

because each has been sent

as a guide from beyond.

– Rumi

10 thoughts on “this being human

  • Carrie,
    I hear your strength, your reflection, your desire to continue to evolve, and your acceptance of being a human being. Learning to feel our emotions instead of pushing them deeper is essential learning for our health.
    Thank you for writing with me last week. Poetry continues to provide a way to slow the mind and writing allows me to let the emotions out. I am listening to my heart today to see what I can offer to others this week.
    Take such good care.
    Ali

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    • Thank you, Ali. I feel that writing what I am feeling is a much easier way for me to be present to what is real for me…in the moment. I really acknowledged what I had been feeling when I finally wrote it down in this post. Part of my process, I feel. I enjoyed writing with you last week as well. The deep well of feelings seems to offer something each time I slow down to write poetry with you. I’m deeply grateful. Be well, my friend.

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  • Gratitude is everything…. And this has been a great opportunity for mankind to see the little things more clearly and delve deeper into his core to find him/herself.. ❤ Much love and another well written post 🙂

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    • Thank you, Sue Dreamwalker. I appreciate your comment very much. I hope that as we slow down, moving into the Fall and Winter, the opportunities to see what must be seen, will only continue and become more visible. This is how we will support evolution – individually and collectively. Love and peace. 💟☮️

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  • I share many of your thoughts and feelings. With the spring, summer and early fall of the pandemic, I was content, embraced the opportunity and let many things go. Now that fall is showing winter will soon be here, COVID has gotten closer with friends either Ill or in quarantine. With the darkness of shorter days life feels harder with a seemingly endless pandemic and hostile election. I really just want to go to my favorite bar and have a movement of pre-COVID life, but I will stay my course.

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    • Sarah, thank you for stopping by and then following me. I am deeply grateful.

      Regarding where we are collectively, I agree with you. These are extremely challenging times and we all just want what we had to come back. I send my best wishes to you and to those in your life who have contracted the virus.

      We still have significant opportunities to recreate our world. I have honestly been feeling some low level anxiety as we enter this last stretch of our election process, and the impending and necessary darkness (read: opportunity to rest) of winter. The COVID-19 spikes are very concerning…and we must all take responsibility for ourselves. We follow the science and make the best possible choices for ourselves and those we care about. It is what we can do now…as we rest and prepare for a new world. We are here…now…for reasons which are yet to unfold. Be well, Sarah. 💕

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