One of the Silver Linings that came out of my experience with FBC (f-bomb breast cancer for new readers) was a newfound love of poetry. Prior to FBC, my mind never had the patience (or the confidence!) to read poetry. Basically, I didn’t get it. Or I didn’t think that I got it. Or I didn’t want to get it. However, after having been slooooooowed down in a big way, I developed an affinity, appreciation and…yes…love of poetry.
One of my favorite poets is Rumi. He knocks my socks off — every single time. His poems feel so accessible and insightful. His words always seem to touch something very deep in me.
Recently, I came across the poem The Guest House and
Ding! Ding! Ding!
…went the doorbell to my own “Guest House.” It made me realize that I’ve been feeling a whole lot of these emotions lately. I think it’s my brain’s way of cashing in its I.O.U. and telling me that it’s time to process the feelings that I — truthfully — haven’t yet addressed (but have managed to skillfully avoid).
So, I find myself “inviting” them all in (G.U.L.P.)….and seeing the Silver Lining in what they each will bring.