I wish you passion and joy and sweet birdsong.

Mosaic

I wish this for you.

I wish you follow what brings your heart joy.

That you discover what zings and zaps your spirit–and let that delight you.

Whatever it might be.

If you love taking pictures, take a million photos and allow your happiness to bubble up and spill over into your computer, your blog posts, your art shows, your gifts.

If you love writing, write up a storm, my friend!  Let your delight sparkle like fireflies on warm dark August nights.

Sitting again beside the hearth of a beloved poem

The Guest House

This being human is a guest

house.  Every morning

a new arrival.

Beauty

A joy, a depression, a meanness,

some momentary awareness comes

as an unexpected visitor.

Sorrow

Welcome and attend 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.

–Rumi

Unexpected

(Even though this is an old old poem, even though you’ve maybe heard it six or one hundred times, or heck maybe I’ve even shared it in this blog before!…it’s always good to re-visit this poem and sit by its hearth and remember to treat all the guests that move through our life honorably.  The same with feelings.  The same with thoughts.  The same with actions.  Even that which challenges us may be clearing us out for some new unimagined delight.)