Happy Thanksgiving Week!

Hope you had a super weekend! I’m back from the retreat, and it was great, a strange and wonderful combination of yoga, sitting meditation, praying, and not talking, the retreat house is run by Benedictine nuns. I find myself not wanting to talk about it. There were cool yoga stories, the room I slept in was named “Patience” eating silently with many others was like a slow-motion ballet, full of grace and beauty. It’s probably needless to say, but I’ve been yoga-ing and sitting meditation off and on since I got back home from my Mom’s. Haven’t wanted to watch tv or go online. Yet, I need to have some sort of explanation for not blogging tomorrow.

words from the non-talking retreat
The Guest House – Rumi
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!

The Sun in Drag – Hafiz
You are the Sun in drag.
You are God hiding from yourself.
Remove all the “mine”—that is the veil
Why ever worry about
Anything?
Listen to what your friend Hafiz
Knows for certain:
The appearance of this world
Is a Magi’s brilliant trick, though its affairs are
Nothing into nothing.
You are a divine elephant with amnesia
Trying to live in an ant Hole.
Sweetheart, O sweetheart
You are God in Drag!

Have a wonderful Thanksgiving week!