I love dandelions.  They are awe-inspiring.  I know I am supposed to think they are ugly and annoying, but I don’t.

The reasons I love them are the same reasons most people don’t  – they are persistent.  They persevere.  They multiply.  They spread.

Yellow dandelions are pretty – the colour is so rich and full of life!  They are a sign of warmer weather and of growth and of spring.  But, white dandelions? They are my favourite – in them lies so much potential for new life.  They are designed to be carried by the wind and grow wherever they land.  They never die; one dandelion turns into countless dandelions!  And those countless dandelions turn into countless more.  The connectedness of it all amazes me.

There is something magical about an organism that can persevere – weeds and bugs.  They defy us, which brings a smile to my face and a little satisfaction to my heart.

I hope Q is a little like a dandelion – not caring what people think about him and defying the standards of beauty.  I want him to express his potential and persevere when people think he is worthless, or ugly, or inconvenient.  I want him to be persistent and show that he belongs in this world and that he ain’t goin’ nowhere no matter what adversity he may face.

I wish to be as brave as a dandelion.  As defiant.  So sure of my beauty that I feel free to express it and spread it shamelessly.

A dandelion never really dies… it gets carried in the wind and grows wherever it lands.

Edited:  After I posted this, the wind picked up and carried away all the little seeds from the flower in the picture (above). Destination: unknown.