I first heard this poem at a talk given by Wayne Dyer. It had a profound effect on me at the time, and four years later, I can still remember hearing it and receiving the impact of its message.
Today, the stomach flu arrived at our door.
I had big plans for today, the "perfect" Sunday. Chephren and I were going to go to church (we have a new Centre for Spiritual Living just blocks from our house), we were going to play Lego, make some art, maybe go for a walk and then maybe have my parents over for dinner. I had some vague notions about catching up on my report-writing in there too.
I did not envision cleaning up a variety of the most vile bodily fluids from many different surfaces in our house, for the better part of the last three hours.
And yet, all along I have had the thought: "Ok. This is what is being asked of me today. This is my spiritual path for today. What could be a higher spiritual path than that… I mean, really?"
And I truly feel this way.
I am sharing it with you because this represents a HUGE shift in perspective for me. Often, I have been able to shift into this place, but only AFTER the "spiritual visitor" has come and gone. Basically, hindsight has been my 20/20.
I am so damn grateful that NOW is my current 20/20.
I am so much more peaceful in the face of something that would normally trigger feelings of irritation, disappointment, worry and frankly, disgust.
When I take an even further step back, I can even see that this unexpected visitor is a HUGE GIFT. This past week I have been struggling with news (or awareness perhaps) of a very unwanted (and yet familiar) visitor… depression.
This morning's spiritual teachings have shown me that I CAN MEET IT AT THE DOOR LAUGHING and INVITE IT IN.
Heck, if I can do it with puke and poo… I can do it with anything, right?
Happy Sunday to you all. I wish you peace and presence for whatever arrives at your door today.