I'm feeling particularly unresolved at the moment. Home sick and I've been sick enough to be unproductive. Even holding up a book to read is hard work, though I did read about 100 pages yesterday. I guess I resolve to read another 100 pages today, how's that for a start?
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.
