The Dandelion, Taraxacum officinale, aka Fairy Clock, has a rich history of use as food and medicine to the body, soul and nature itself. Naturally more nutritious than some plants in one's garden, the dandelion has more vitamin A then spinach, more vitamin C than tomatoes and is rich in iron, potassium, zinc, phosphorus and calcium. Dandelions are prolific at detoxifying the liver and bloodstream, balancing the intestinal flora and soothing the digestive tract. Dandelions extract minerals from deep in the soil making them available for other nearby plants. They detoxify contaminated terrain and fertilize their surroundings.
The Great Mystery, Spirit of Love and Light, is unraveling my fear-based false religious mindset and enabling me to become honestly, imperfectly, and sometimes painfully human. Part of this metamorphosis is likened to a dandelion seed buried in the darkness, and growing into a glorious flower, due to my yearning and openness to know the true nature of Divinity. My fear has been replaced with fervent belief, and an abiding connection to the indwelling of the Spirit of God. Like dandelion seeds floating on the breeze, my essence is mingled with the Spirit of God which is pure love, joy, peace, goodness, and gentleness. When I make this thought real and present, it brings rest to my soul.
As I ponder on the contribution of the dandelion, I can't help but notice how deeply I connect metaphorically to this astounding plant species. Seen as a “pain in the neck,” a weed, a nuisance by much of manicured society, ignored by many, and yet, it is treasured by herbalists, children and seekers of "all good things." I remember as a kid using a handy tool to rid our front yard of the yellow-faced weed. "Get the roots," my father would say, "or else they will keep popping up." Young and eager to please, I had no idea how I was actually hurting our yard by destroying the gift Great Mystery had planted.
In many ways, as a tomboy ever evolving as androgynous lesbian, I felt like a little dandelion that needed to be extracted from my parents’ lawn, as their friends and church family also meticulously weeded their lawns. Over the years, my leaves withered as I noticed all the pretty petunias and roses flourishing in the well manicured fenced areas. “Why was I not created more like them,” I wondered.
Yet a voice from within says, “I have a purpose for you, my little dandelion. After your roots are strong and healthy, your worth, your gifts will be used by those who see you and understand.” I find comfort in the paraphrased words of Matthew 11: 28-30: “Come unto Me, little dandelion, I know you are weary and heavy laden from struggling from all obstacles, bad weather, being disliked and ravished by others. Learn from Me, for I am gentle and humble in heart; and you shall find rest from your roots to your petals.”
What is my next step? Where do I turn? A little voice inside of me says, “Patience, little dandelion. Your roots are strong and deep. You have struggled to get here. Now live. Face the sun, drink in the rain and shine your radiant beauty.”
(This article was originally published on 6/3/19).