Beloved Flower Lover,
It’s the summer holidays and families are seeing each other more. Today two brothers were in hot water with each other. A serious issue as the way that some men approach each other in London these days has ended up in death.
The two brothers lived together and had been known as the most agreeable brothers in the family. They shared the house that their father left to them and had had situations of clutter and re-cluttering. However the elder brother asked the younger brother to move into the biggest bedroom to house his things and that seemed to be ok.
Today however the younger brother was again filling the front room with the washing from his daughters home. He ironed her clothes and hung them up on the picture rail before taking them back to her and her children. This had been happening, but now the picture rail was now full of his clothes rather than the children’s clothes. The front room had been turned into a laundry room. Clothes had been sitting on the settee for six months.
The younger brother-dared the older brother to touch them and would go into the garden and smoke after the most recent altercation muttering under his breathe.
The older brother was at a loss. He was being told by his sisters that he should not shout or get violent because the younger brother was winding him up.
They agreed it was wrong.
The older brother asked. Is it ok to be living like this since 2011. Oh!
Asking for advice from sisters and mother, the family were scared- aware of the demand for change, yet aware of the weather…sisters and other brothers, mother pondered on how this could change for the best for the entire family.
Or a gateway to something else? an energetic upgrade perhaps?
Do we need to slow down?
After hearing about this situation, a team member recalled Rumi’s poem and read it out to us. We took our time to be mindful and fully present as we sent a signal to our inner self to say that there is no threat on the outside and look at how we operate on the inside which tells us how to operate. Unplugging and taking the time to carve another path-unplugging from this program to move into the mystery of the mystery within.
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 are 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 whatever comes.
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.
— Jellaludin Rumi,
translation by Coleman Barks
An awakening for us all as we unravel, opening the door beyond struggle, exhaustion and confrontation.
The London Flower Lover