Oh, these old boxes from the garage. What fun it has been to go through them, and a little vertiginous. Take this writing assignment from second grade: Write Your Two Biggest Wishes. Mine? 1) That my dad would find a job. 2) That I would grow up to be pretty someday.
What a picture that is.
For today, from another of M. and S.'s envelopes, this poem:
The Guest House
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 whatever comes.
Because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.