Restlessness

This week has been about restlessness. When it comes, it settles in the pit of my stomach and tries to make a home there…it leads me to analyze my job, my relationships, my hobbies, my life and pushes me to conclude that something just isn’t right.


In one of my yoga classes, my teacher read that beautiful poem by Rumi “The Guest House” and it was a reminder of how to look at everything that comes into your life.

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.

By this poem, I am reminded to be grateful for restlessness because it keeps me from falling asleep in my life. There is nothing more helpful than discontent to push us forward on the path of life.

Published by Gita Matlock

Gita is a writer, speaker, and nonprofit professional. She earned a bachelors degree in international studies from Pepperdine University and a masters degree in nonprofit administration from the University of San Francisco. She has traveled extensively and held leadership positions with national and international nonprofit organizations. She was born, raised, and now resides with her husband and two children at Ananda Village, the first of eight cooperative Kriya Yoga communities founded by Swami Kriyananda, a direct disciple of Paramhansa Yogananda.

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