This is a lovely poem that I feel inclined to share by the poet Rumi a Persian 13th Century poet…(something for us all)
THE GUEST HOUSE
This human being is a guesthouse
Every morning a new arrival
A joy, a depression, a meaness
Some mometary awareness comes,
as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they are crowds of sorrows
Who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture.
Still treat each guest honourably
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 (translated by C.Barks)