These past few weeks have brought many challenges as life tends to do. Physical pain, an ailing parent, tensions with a close friend, hormones, a lack of sleep. I was on my way home one evening and feeling pretty overwhelmed by everything. I was running lists of everything that was going wrong at the moment and how bad it all felt.
And then I remembered…
my favorite poem from Rumi. It talks about inviting all of your emotions in for tea. Welcoming them in like friends.
I took a breath.
I named everything I was feeling.
I turned in and faced everything. I welcomed them and allowed for them to be.
When I was done, I felt some more space. I was able to breathe better. It didn’t solve any of my problems. It didn’t all magically go away. I will still tired. My Dad still wasn’t better. I still was struggling with my friend. My back still hurt.