Some look at a dandelion and see a weed. Me? I see life, medicine, nutrients, freedom. The way the seeds dance in the breeze. The giggles of children as they embrace the magic of the “angel’s feathers” as they puff out their cheeks to scatter their wishes up to heaven.
If you’re looking for beauty, you will find it.
If you look for ruin, you will find that, too.
It’s about the heart and the cultivation of it.
It’s about you, and me, and everyone else.
I hope you see yourself with the same grace extended to the dandelion— that you see what you are to so many people, that you remember your life is precious and valued.
“You are altogether beautiful, my darling; there is no flaw in you.”
—Song of Songs 4:7