Today I studied this dandelion and was reminded of the days back in Michigan when I would get light headed from plucking and blowing all the dandelions in our back field. And as I studied it, I watched the wind ever so gently lift a few seeds and carriy them off to new destinations. I began to see myself in this dandelion ....
I feel like this dandelion almost daily. From the moment I walk in the building, there is a constant barrage of people and circumstances needing something from me. With each request a piece of me comes loose and leaves my core exposed. But if I look upon it like a dandelion, those pieces lost are seeds - seeds that just might, under the correct circumstances, actually take hold and bloom. So while at the end of the day I may feel plucked, naked and vulnerable but I must try to remember that while each seed may be lost to me, it has the opportunity to be planted somewhere else.
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