The Guest House

Well they've done it. They've gone and sent another batch of youngin's out into the world with all the "rights and priveleges afforded" to them as a result of their newly acquired degree. In many ways I am glad to see some of them go, and very excited for others, and proud of even more. So for those of you who read this (nosy) and who finally did it, after all those hours of (pointless- you'll see what I mean soon enough) work, congratulations to you. May your guest house continue to be full of the kinds of arrivals you've met here at The College.

The Guest House
The 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’re a crowd of sorrows,
who violently
sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still,
treat each guest honourably.
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.
~Rumi