Creative Writing Saturday

Joy And Sorrow, Chapter VIII

Then a woman said, “Speak to us of Joy and Sorrow.”

And he answered:

Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.

And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.

And how else can it be?

The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.

Is not the cup that hold your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter’s oven?

And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?

When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.

When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

Some of you say, “Joy is greater than sorrow,” and others say, “Nay, sorrow is the greater.”

But I say unto you, they are inseparable.

Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.

Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.

Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.

When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall. ~ Khalil Gibran

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Quote Tuesday

“Shared joy is a double joy; shared sorrow half a sorrow.”
~Swedish Proverb

“The thoughts that come to us are worth more 
than the ones we seek.”
~Joseph Joubert

The Guest House

The Fairytale Cottages of Carmel-by-the SeaImage by linda yvonne via Flickr
Years ago, I found this poem, and it has become a favorite of mine. At the time, I found myself reading it over and over again because of the wisdom it offered me. Wisdom that I desperately needed then–and now. Perhaps, you too will find some insight into managing your own ‘guest house.’ 


The Guest House, by Rumi

This being human is a guest-house.


Every morning is 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.

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