As a little girl I always loved stumbling across the dead dandelion because it meant I was able to blow all of the seeds like bubbles into the air and make a wish. There was something magical for me no matter how many times I did it. Today, I really haven't grown out of it and in fact appreciate this from a different light because it keeps the little girl in alive in me. The Dandelion Postings are just my inquiries, my quandaries, my curiosities, my naievities and my plain old messups. Nothing deep or symbolic about my title I simply like the way it sounds, the way it feels and the fact that to notice the dead dandelions OR the alive wishes waiting to be plucked, you have to take time to observe, be in the moment, remember to dream, and soak in the world around you. You also have to be willing to consider viewing something from a different perspective or you may have nothing but a bunch of dead weeds overtaking your yard.
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I have that wish. It's the little girl in my that wants to destroy and bring life in the same instance. It seems an act of ferocity and innocence -- an act of saying, "I am here and have touched the world in some way and it is a part of me and I of it..." The vision that takes me, however briefly, as I walk past fields of dandelions - white and ready to be scattered on the wind -- is one of a half-naked girl with hair streaming down her back, in love with grass and sky, unafraid of getting wet or muddy. Where is she now? She has learned that dandelions are weeds, and that to spread them is to annoy people, and so she disappears inside of me, skips off to another corner of my mind, and waits. Sometimes I want to let her out. Weeds be damned.
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