Wow, I've been spending, mostly with plastic, money like it's going out of style. The Pepper Tree, My Yard, The Pool, The AC in my Car. About $6000 in a couple of weeks. I wonder what The Universe is trying to tell me. This poem by Rumi confirms my thoughts.
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 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.
-- Rumi
translation by Coleman Barks
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