Love Notes from Dandelion to the Child Within
We see you, sweet child. You know our stems are hollow, how our milk smells. How heavy we can be with dew, that we seem to disappear at night, how we open again to the sun. You know the jagged edges of our leaves, the depth of our color, the smell of our petals against a skinned knee, how we can stain denim if you slip on wet grass.
We are a powerful ally for those who have been misunderstood. For we are often misunderstood, mistaken for weeds. This does not change the fundamental truth of us–that we are medicine from root to tip.
We cast a row of ourselves between you and any darkness that has wound itself into your roots. We see it this way: you are a flower and something dark has cast itself around your roots; it needs to be released, let go, returned to whence it came. It is not yours. But it can feel like that, because it has been entwined and is feeding off your roots.
We can show you the beauty of being misunderstood. It can be a gift. Allow it to amplify your understanding of the truth within. If we offered you a prayer for yourself it would be to place both hands on your heart and say,
“Not that, THIS.”
Say it with a quiet, stubborn resolve.
“Watch me.”
And then grow and grow.
Misunderstood and even maligned, still, children know and trust our soft, moon shaped seeds with their wishes. They know we sleep at night as they do, but will be bright and open come morning. Animals are still drawn to us for nourishment.
The innocent are truth holders; they cannot be swayed from beauty and nourishment, no matter what words they hear. Their heartbeats and their wisdom are still holding hands, still in fact, whispering in the language of the earth, always understanding what is true.
Wrap yourself in our resilience and strength to remind yourself of hope, to cast away any shadow that would cross your path, and to free your roots.
Remember what it is like to be sun soaked and growing free.