May 27, 2021
I am walking back from dinner, the first night of the Sacred Connection Sedona Retreat at the Sedona Mago Center for Well-being and Retreat. Located in the heart of the Coconino Forest, the center is surrounded by the spectacular beauty of the Red Rock Mountains. And yet, it was the sight of that perfectly formed globe of dandelion seed that stopped me in my tracks and filled me with wonder and appreciation.
As I stopped to take a photo memory of the moment, the center manager came by. “You see it too,” he said. And, indeed, I did. Busy days, both at the retreat and afterwards, prevented me from giving that dandelion my full reflection. But, now I do have the time and space to reflect. And, I have that photo memory.
As I meditate on this photo, on this memory, a song of heartfelt homage fills my being and spills out onto the page. I peer into the depths of that perfectly formed globe of dandelion seed and sing a song of its majesty and its meaning for me and for the world.
My Song, My Homage to a Dandelion
Oh, perfectly formed globe of dandelion seed
You stand so tall, so big
So much bigger and taller than any dandelion I have met in the Midwest.
Your grandeur takes my breath away.
As I gaze into the depths of your being,
I see the soft white tendrils emanating from each seed
Framing a pale hued center
And looking just a bit like King of Beasts
Like the lion that is such a prominent part of your name.
Does that make you the King or Queen of flowers?
At this moment, for me, it does.
How strong and fragile all at once.
To think that the soft, bright yellow pedals of your flower
Became this perfect round globe
And withstood stray breezes until
Those who see, who notice
Like me and that manager
Could drink in the wonder of your existence.
And yet, as I gaze at you now
In July
I know that I am looking at a ghost
For you were waiting
For a breeze
For the careless brush of a human or animal
So that you could release your seeds
Each a tiny parachute
Caught by the wind
And scattered across the landscape
Landing to blend into soil
Each patiently waiting for the next Spring
To take root
To grow
To blossom
And maybe, just maybe
Form another perfectly formed globe of dandelion seed
And now I wonder, as I often do, about the symbolism and meaning of dandelions. And I explore. Join me on my next blog to find out the results of my exploration—and my ONE BIG SURPRISE.
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