Nacre is also known as mother of pearl.

It is an organic-inorganic composite material produced by some molluscs. It is also what makes up the outer coating of pearls. It is strong, resilient, and lustrous.

Nacre is secreted by molluscs. The nacre is continuously deposited onto the inner surface of the shell, turning it opalescent. The layers of nacre smooth the inner shell surface and help defend the soft tissues of the mollusc against parasites and damaging debris. It entombs abrasive debris in successive layers of nacre, forming either a blister pearl attached to the interior of the shell, or a free pearl. The process continues as long as the mollusc lives.

By itself, Nacre is inexpensive, but the quality of nacre on a pearl can significantly alter its value.

You too produce your own distinct brand of Nacre. There is something in you that is strong and resilient which has the ability to miraculously turn lacerating irritants into glowing pearls. The process doesn’t happen overnight. It doesn’t happen without initial discomfort.

We are like the herb which flourisheth most when trampled upon.

~ Walter Scott

A new adversity will chafe at you; it will rub, slash and shred; it will hurt. But slowly, as you pour one layer of Nacre after another over it, the pain will disappear. Its sharp edges will hurt no more. Instead of an unpleasant, undesirable thing, you will have a beautiful pearl to show off.

The oyster doesn’t reject the debris that finds its way inside the shell. It doesn’t waste time lamenting, complaining and blaming the universe. It knows that there will come times when a tiny grain of sand will enter its shell- for no reason at all. It knows that the sand wasn’t introduced in its shell by the malevolent forces of the universe, out to get it. It knows that as long as it lives in the ocean, grains of sand and other debris will surely find their way inside its fortress and cause it pain and discomfort.

All it needs do is to bear the discomfort for some time. It tries to move minimally so that its soft tissues are damaged as little as possible. It begins to secrete Nacre to coat the sand particle, rounding off its lacerating edges, mellowing its abrasiveness.

And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.

~ Haruki Murakami

Pearls are a product of chance. They are born of adversity and nurtured in pain. Their iridescent glow becomes the light of your inner wisdom, guiding your steps- and sometimes even the steps of fellow travelers- as you travel to your North Star.

Fruitless laments or pearls; Nacre or tears?

Sweet are the uses of adversity

Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,

Wears yet a precious jewel in his head.

~ William Shakespeare

27 thoughts on “Nacre”

    1. Oh, yes it takes a while to see Naba! Sometimes we just don’t want to see the things which are staring us in the face. 🙂

  1. Loved reading this beautiful and a deeply inspiring post. If only we can remember this when we are going through a storm…but then in a way I think something inside us, something more real than our outer ego-self does begin to remember this truth after the initial reaction of shock or complaint or despair is over. The metaphor or pearl is so appropriate here, it takes a keen observer of Nature’s mysteries to draw such invaluable lessons for life. Thanks for another thoughtful and thought-provoking post. The quotes chosen for this post are so perfect!

    Beauty Interprets, Expresses, Manifests the Eternal

  2. What a beautiful post! Nacre, or as we know it, the pain and difficulties that seem to choose to strike us, even as we wonder why others escape scot-free, is what fortifies us and makes us better people. We think God, or the Universe, is being unkind. I think tests and trials make us better. They bring us face to face with the strength that might otherwise have remained forever hidden within us.
    Dagny, I wish I could give you a real hug, but my arms won’t reach that far, so here’s a virtual hug for you.[:)] Love every word you write. Your posts seem to echo within me.

    1. Your arms have reached me Cynthia. I can well believe that my posts resonate with you, they had to, because your posts resonate with me completely.

      SO good to have ‘met’ you!

      Hugs to you!

  3. Hi there – You’ve certainly provided food for thought. I like the analogy. Good luck on the rest of the A – Z Challenge. 🙂

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