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On second thought...maybe I'm a dandelion

I have played a game since I was a very young girl.  It goes like this, "If I were a ...., I'd be a ...."  As you may have noticed I have progressed from pansy to rose to lotus and now, on further reflection I think if I were a flower today I'd be a dandelion.

I have looked down on them from the disdainful heights of prejudice and irritation, but that wasn't always the case.  I once saw dandelions as the most precious of flowers: wishmakers on slender stalks, eager for a gusty exhale, crowns and necklaces waiting to be knotted and formed from golden blooms beneath brilliant blue skies, bright dots of color shining amidst manicured green lawns.  When did I begin to see myself as a weed?  Something to change and prune and pull up and proffer to the "Jones' smiling with greenness but devoid of color and wildness and wonder.

I read recently that "ego" is not a noun, but a verb.
It is not the weed but the thrust to be rid of it.

So today I am a dandelion: a weed and a wishmaker, a flower and a nuisance, a frustration and a gift.

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Angelina Lloyd said…
Always good to hear from you Traci. I hope life finds you laughing with wild abandon.
May 20, 2013 at 7:04 PM
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