I find myself thinking about this Rumi poem (translated by Coleman Barks). It’s a helpful reminder that there are always blessings to be found in every moment, if I am willing to be open to possibilities I cannot yet even imagine.

The Guest House
by Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
translated by Coleman Barks

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.