guest house by rumi

Happy rainy Monday in DC!

The weekend was spent shopping for must-haves before opening and recovering from this crazy bout of "allergies." Mama is in Virginia so she'll be here early evening. Not sure where we're gonna put the sweet thing!

I hope you had a delightful weekend and are enjoying this lovely spring rain. Perfect for snuggling up in layers with a good cup of tea and book nearby!

Last night we had a special sneak peek into the new space with our teachers. During a mini-practice, I read this poem which really speaks to me as a reminder about our role as teachers and practitioners of yoga. Please enjoy:

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 whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.