

My Guest House
A copy of Rumi’s, “The Guest House”, surfaced on my desk . . . a welcome arrival. I began re-reading it, quickly noting that the poem’s first lines are a perfect metaphor for how my life continues to unfold in this beautiful, too-often chaotic, uncertain world: “This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival.” The home that helped form my own guest house is pictured above. It’s where I grew up, was nurtured and taught how to be a hum
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