Hi friend, This morning's story in The Zen Monkey and the Lotus Flower (last couple chapters, almost on to a new book) was about a young monk named Dawa who was sent into the forest to find the most beautiful plant. He passed countless tall trees and bright orchids, searching for the one that felt right. Eventually, he came across a primrose, small, shaded, and unassuming. No flashy colors. No grand size. But it had its own quiet beauty. His master told him it was a symbol of modesty. It did...