One of the chapters in “The Pocket Therapist” is “Build a Guesthouse for Your Feelings.” Ironically, a talented artist I know, Anya Getter, titled her piece, “A Guesthouse,” and sent a photo of it to me.
Here is the entry from the book, and her lovely artwork.
“This being human is a guest-house,” wrote the 13th century Sufi poet, Rumi. “Every morning a new arrival, a joy, a depression, a meanness …Welcome and entertain them all!”
I love that.
Because you can always kick them out!
Let’s say feelings are like any other visitors in that, like fish, they smell after three days. You welcome them, set out a cheese plate, learn a thing or two from them–like from which neighborhood of your brain they come from … the childhood-scars region, the obsessive-compulsive vicinity, or the paranoia district–and then after a night or two, you tell them to hit the road.
It’s a win-win situation!