I have received this poem below through a  social media forward.

And I think I needed to read it today.

It put many things in perspective.

You see, there have been some small and inexpensive things missing at home . We have two house helpers And I was not sure who is the culprit. 

They have been with us for a while and I have senior parents who live at home  so I was letting it go and keep calm,  because it was easier as it was causing a lot of unnecessary confusion and doubt.

In the meantime two months ago I replaced one of them.  And I had felt a sense of relief somehow. And today the other is about to go  on  leave for the customary annual holiday.  It will mean a lot of work for me  personally until I find a helper. Yet I have been feeling positive that better is happening and all is for a good reason.  Sometimes we grin and bear for the fear of changing statesquo…

While I cannot get my lost things as I have no proof, I think I needed a calm perspective to  help me find me a way…

While I do believe that we must take action on that which is within our control , these words touched a chord in me..

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.

— Rumi