I had a deep meditation this week. It helped me get in touch with some difficult events and feelings. My Mother passed away in November, we are in the midst of a renovation and a family member had surgery for cancer today. During the meditation, I thought I wonder how my house is?
In Jungian psychology, the house is the self…so wondering about myself…I realized that my front window was blown out due to the death of my Mother, the back window was blown out due to the cancer surgery of my family member. My house’s electrical system was fried due to the focus on the renovation.
I sent a couple of friends the metaphors that came up in the meditation and one of them sent a special poem by Rumi about the house. Also after I realized all this about my house it began to heal within the meditation. No doubt additional healing is necessary.
Here is the Rumi poem sent by my friend.
"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."