The Lotus Blooms From Mud
This is a story that grows from the darkest days of my life. These days smell of putrid swamp, sound like buzzing flies, appears to be purgatory on the Styx, and I burned incense incessantly, covering the smell of rotting trash. Looking retrospectively, I know these days were not all dark, and now see bright sparks of light that allowed me to persevere to finally learn gratitude and the manifestation of abundance. These dark days lived between 2015 and 2018.