I have a necklace that I collect all the little charms that have been gifted to me. This man, who knows the streets well, gave me a little pendant he found. An enamel pendant. It has an image of a lotus blossom on it and though he may not have been familiar with the imagery we both laughed and smiled when I referred to the symbolism attached to it. Of a beautiful flower blossoming but only because it is rooted in the mud. From the mud and mess and muck a beautiful flower can blossom. ‘Right on.’, he said. ’Right on.’