“Suffering always brings new furniture with it.”
I woke up from a dream where this phrase was being spoken to me by some sort of sage. What the heck?
As I thought about it throughout the day, this was how it decoded:
When suffering comes into my life it always brings new “furniture” for the remodel of my inner life, and (after the pain subsides) my “accommodations” are improved. Afterwards, I will reside more comfortably with myself or be able to provide hospitality to someone else coming into my life later.
In the middle of suffering, I cannot see the new furniture while attempting to light my way with the “matches” of my own wit. But, when I give up trying to fathom the unfathomable, there they are: ghostly, shrouded, half-faded, and half-formed shapes of new wisdom, awareness, and sensitivity.
For this is holy ground
Could we see with seeing eyes
The place we stand upon