We are all visitors – even when we are home. Our time in any relationship or place is ultimately limited. We are passing through; nobody stays forever. How might we act if we consider ourselves guests in the lives of friends and family?
[…]The good guest […] simply allows the other person to be a good host – to share his gifts, to play her music, to tell his stories, to show her places, and to serve his foods.
[…]We might also think of ourselves as uninvited, but not unwelcome, guests of the planet. And I think the rules for being a good guest of the world are just the same: Ask little, accept what is offered, and give thanks.
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