Tuesday, August 11, 2015

New {a breathe post}



Today I hate "new".  New anything.  New ways to live, new schools, new jobs, new life situations.  While "new" may denote awaiting adventures and unexplored pathways, it isn't comfortable.  Today I want familiar, constant, calm and stable.  I want what I know.  "New" is none of that.

"New" is disruption.  A throwing out of old keepsakes we weren't ready to part with yet.  "New" is a wool turtleneck one size too small. No one else may notice but you can feel it constricting and itching your skin all day long (and you'd rather be wearing your sweats anyway!)

There is a poem by Rumi called The Guest House that tries to remind me that "new" is good:

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.

That all may be true.  Rumi is probably right.  But today I hate Rumi.  Today I don't want to open the door to any unexpected visitors.  Today, I want to snuggle with comforting, old, worn teddy bears.  Today, I hate "new".

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