Words to live by

Monday. I was looking for a little inspiration. A little poetry. A little wisdom. 

I found this. My words to live by for this week.


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.

-- Rumi
Reminding myself this week that mindfulness matters because moments matter. A single square of dark chocolate. A warm, fragrant bubble bath. Lying nose to nose with Immy, watching her eyes close and her breathing slow down as she falls into easy, untroubled sleep. Sunday afternoon rain, and a good book. Best of all, long-lost packages that all turned up in the post at the same time today.

Happy Monday. Did you know it's March already? When did that happen?