©Photo by Genevieve Violette
On my way to the elusive mountains, I ended up home or what I refer to as the Valley of Nothingness. I’ve always described this place as the black hole that pulls me in until I become a walking void myself. So let’s just say, on my way to the greatest heights, I’ve taken a stumble and fell face down in the mud. (Although, I must admit I willingly took that fall.)
I barely noticed the bright yellow ad on the glass door, of the cafe, as I slammed it open with a push of determination. No surprises here. I always become blind to the obvious when in pursuit of a goal. My mind, sharpened by one single focus, blurs the big picture. But the goal came down to one simple detail: a summer job. Gratefully, I’ve ended up at the Blue Lotus Cafe as a waitress/barista.
This little piece of heaven ( or Nirvana), tucked discreetly within the folds of tiny mountains, became my redemption. For I did not know how lost I was or the severity of it until I crossed its threshold. The Blue Lotus is more than another international/hippie cafe. It’s a cocoon, a place to be in-between lives. A safe transitional space to occupy until you lick your wounds and move on…or simply a quiet/uplifting spot to pass the time.One of the owners couldn’t have said it better: “It’s our niche. It’s not much but it’s ours.” Everything about the cafe breathes authenticity, you feel it as you walk in the door. This place gives you more than food, it nourishes your spirit. It ignites your senses through visual and auditory means and it envelops you in the passion of the girls that run it. They don’t know this ( they do now) but I’ve baptized them The Sisterhood of the Blue Lotus.
Each and every single one of them embodies, to me, a trait I wished I possessed. First, there’s Lou with a sense of integrity so strong it could knock down any walls, Stellou and her ability to meticulously materialize any idea and the unending devotion of D. I believe this is the reason for the cafe’s success and tremendous support from the locals.
One day, I asked Lou, “Why did you call it the Blue Lotus?”
She looked me right in the eye and said : “Because it’s the only flower that can thrive in the mud.”
I stood there and wondered if a flower, as divine as the Lotus, could bloom in the mud surely I could too. I came in this town for a closure but I found an opening instead.
© Text by Genevieve Violette