Just two posts ago I wrote about Openness, so when a topic along those lines came up for me this morning, I was resistant – no! I have to have something new.
Then I laughed. That’s sort of the point of openness, no? To be willing to do it differently.
October is a big month in my life as I believe I’ve mentioned here before. The most birthdays of any month of the year for me. And the month in which I’ve had numerous not-so-happy surprises. So happy days – 🙂 – followed by sad days – :(.
This year my plan for slaloming through October is to not have a plan, so much. To just be with each day and notice what’s up with me. I know that years ago when my Tough Norwegian self thought I should just “buck up” as my Grandma said and ignore those anniversary days (one such instance – October 15th – the day my mom died) it didn’t work so well. For not only does the heart remember, even if the head is resolutely turning away from the calendar, but, in my experience, the body remembers, too. Some events get stamped inviolably on one’s soul.
I talked to my friend Thea yesterday. Thursday was the 15th anniversary of her Dad’s death. I told her I had thought of her, and of her closeness to her dad, on that day. She said, “yeah, it’s weird – it’s 15 years now and yet this one really hurt. I was sad all day.”
I think the key with both the joy and the sorrow is to just be with it. Don’t anticipate, don’t wallow in (good or bad), just be.
My friend Sue reminds me often of Rumi’s wonderful poem, The Guest House. He says it so much better than I, this being open to what is. So, for your reading pleasure, here’s one of my favorite poets/spiritual teachers, Rumi:
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’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.
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.