The Lotus Flower: I Remember...

Within the waters of change I am anchored into the murky earth below. The mud, sand and silt fortify my roots, and within the cauldron of decaying leaves and plant matter, I sand tall; stem swaying back and forth to the sound of the morning birds singing in the canopy above. The compost strengthens me from the ground up, nourishing my cells to rise and rise again—to greet the day, the hour, the minute.

Somedays, it is all I can do—focusing on the minute before me, able to digest them in bite sized pieces, as my tender petals feel vulnerable to the harshness of incoming weather.

To pause and anchor into the tendrils that secure me to this place and time. To allow myself to be—awake, aware, alive—To be here for it.

Just for a moment—I catch my breath and remember. I remember that it is all within me. The innate genius of the seed from which I came from. It is woven into the structure of my DNA, it’s within my divine signature—I know how to rise.

So, I practice showing up. I practice rising while being rooted. And, through it all, I do so with love. I let mercy be the grace that holds me when I feel unstable.

Just as the lotus flower rises each day—

So, must I.