The Guesthouse by Rumi
This being human is a guesthouse
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 cleaning 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 the beyond
Translated by Coleman Barks
Rumi (Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi) was a 13th century Persian muslim poet, jurist, and theologian. His name literally means "Majesty of Religion". He was born in Balkh (now part of Afghanistan) and died in present-day Turkey. His works are widely read in Iran, Afghanistan, Tajikistan, and are in translation in Turkey, Azerbaijan, the U.S., and South Asia. He lived most of his life in, and produced his works under, the Seljuk Empire. Rumi's importance is considered to transcend national and ethnic borders.
I found this poem on this
poety blog. I have added it to my favorite blog links.
Yeah, Yellow Belt!!!
Yellow Belt Presentation
Warm up before the test.
Megan testing
Megan and her friend Sydney
They had to wait a week before they knew if they earned the yellow belt. After the test they all went out for pizza. I would have taken pictures there but, my camera ran out of battery. The kids all hopped on a mechanical horse, one was hanging of the tail, one was on the front legs and a few were on the saddle. Wish I had a picture of that!
