(Rumi, The Guest House)
In the olden days when I was introduced to the Way, I received messages from songs that magically popped up on the radio just when I was ready for a new set of spiritual instructions. There were so many uplifting messages, but there were also some darker tones; the reminders that I had yet again abused my loved ones, and that I needed to apologize instead of fuming with anger. In particular there was one Cassandra song that predicted my dark night of the Soul episodes with mathematical precision. There was nothing I could do about it; the wheels of karma were simply turning merciless. I still hear the Cassandra song occasionally but all fear or dread has left me when it plays on the radio. As Rumi expressed so beautifully in his Guest House poem, I have discovered in the meantime that in order to manifest sunshine and blue skies, we also have to welcome the heavy rain. Today, rain or shine, I welcome all seasons.