Often expressed as “No Mud, No Lotus,” I find myself drawn instead to Dickens’ words: “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.”
From my own experience, the most radiant growth often emerges from the deepest struggle. If you can hold onto even a single glimmer of light—find one lesson in the muck—and keep putting one foot in front of the other, day by day, the best of times begin to take shape.
And when gratitude and wonder meet those moments, they multiply. Until one day, the flower blooms.
16”x20” in a black gallery frame.
Often expressed as “No Mud, No Lotus,” I find myself drawn instead to Dickens’ words: “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.”
From my own experience, the most radiant growth often emerges from the deepest struggle. If you can hold onto even a single glimmer of light—find one lesson in the muck—and keep putting one foot in front of the other, day by day, the best of times begin to take shape.
And when gratitude and wonder meet those moments, they multiply. Until one day, the flower blooms.
16”x20” in a black gallery frame.
