On Mother’s Day, I think of the great responsibility that comes with playing the role of Creator–an eternal responsibility that asks and demands much of women, of me, of caregivers, day in and day out. Every day, what hangs in the balance is the difference between what we need to do with our lives and what we want to do with our lives.
It is said, ‘Necessity is the Mother of Creation.’ And at the root of creativity are needs waiting to be met. I notice how my life is driven by need right now, not want: the need to cure my son’s intermittent vomiting condition, the need to pray, the need to write to understand this life.
The need to welcome each unexpected visitor who arrives at my door whether it be an illness, a sadness, a joy. I think of The Guest House, by Sufi poet Rumi, a poem my sister most recently shared as I grapple with the likes of uncertainty and know this is everyday reality.
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’re 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 whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.
~ Rumi ~
I am reminded of our impermanence. How precious it all is. I am a mere visitor on this planet. A guest in this house we call life.