Dear Anonymous,
A new warm coat. A cup of hot coffee. Even the stout hearted are shivering this morning.
The land of the Sinner and the Saint. The Family of Man. A dysfunctional family filled with liars, thieves and enlightened saints. Broken and wounded and patched together with love and the deepest intention to see to the essence.
A man on the other side of me hands me a little cloisine pendant from his cold and cracked fingers, something he has found and saved for me. I look at it. My heart skips just a half beat.
I ask 'Are you familiar with this imagery?'
Seems he is not.
It is of a lotus blossom. And we chat about the beautiful lotus blossom only able to bloom when it is deeply rooted in the mud, and muck, and slime.
'Oh...from the DARKNESS.' another man says.
Yes.
Yes. Yes.