Over this last weekend, I participated in a cultural mentoring workshop that allowed me to deepen my connection to nature. At one point, we each spent some time alone connecting to our own place in the natural environment. At first, I found myself looking for wildflowers, but annoyed with the dandelions, perhaps as a result of my previous conditioning. I mean, aren't they just a bunch of weeds?
But later in the weekend, I stopped to lie in a patch of dandelions, and I found myself comforted by the bright yellow presence reflecting in the sun.
But later in the weekend, I stopped to lie in a patch of dandelions, and I found myself comforted by the bright yellow presence reflecting in the sun.
3 comments:
I say, they are only a weed because we have named them that.
Robert, Juliette and I have great affection for dandelions - from the movie Ice Age. "...the last one (dandelion) of the season..."
This picture is just perfect.
Hey 'Chelle, your statement is probably true; we decide certain plants are undesirable, so we call them weeds.
Thanks Jen for the compliment.
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