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No mud, no lotus - Thich Nhat Hanh

It’s been one of those weeks.  The kind where I made a hamster running to nowhere on his little wheel look good.  It’s at times like these that I have to remind myself to embrace the mud.  As the wonderful Vietnamese, Buddhist monk and poet Thich Nhat Hanh says, “No mud, no lotus.”  So I will slather myself with the muddiness and muddled-ness of my actions and thoughts, and believe—know—that a lotus will grow from this mess—sooner or later.

As I was writing the last (first) paragraph, my mother came in and brought me a flawless white viola—the only plant to grow from a seed packet I bought her a year ago.  It’s not a lotus, but it’s pretty darn special—and well worth the wait.

2015-04-17 Viola

For more on exciting things coming out of decidedly grosser ones, check this post from a few years ago: An Ode to Compost.

Also, April being national poetry month and all, I encourage you to seek out some of Thich Nhat Hanh’s beautiful verse.

Thank you for reading.:)