Saturday, April 14, 2018

Dandelions

I've been doodling a lot of  dandelions lately.



Dandelions are pretty. They are a beautiful sunny yellow color, all fuzzy and soft. You can eat their leaves, and according to Facebook (which we all know is a GREAT place to find accurate information), as an early blooming spring flower they are vital to honeybee happiness. Plus you can make wishes on them.

Dandelions are weeds. They grow anywhere, self-sow rapidly, and are hard to dig up or kill. Once they settle in, it is pretty much impossible to eradicate them without resorting to extreme chemical measures.

I need to be like a dandelion right now. I need to be resilient and stubborn and keep showing up no matter how often I get my metaphorical head snapped off. I need to dig my roots in deep and grow myself back even if life is hacking away at me. 

I also need to treat the metaphorical dandelions in life rather like I treat the ones in my yard. I don't worry too much about them these days. I actually pause and appreciate their bright cheerfulness. If they go to seed and drift to the next yard, I try not to panic about what my neighbor will think. I don't have to accept the common knowledge that dandelions are the enemy. Weeds are in the eye of the beholder, after all. If my life, like my lawn, doesn't look like it's "supposed to" look, that doesn't mean it's bad. Just different.

All of which is a overwrought way of saying there is a lot going on in my life right now. For awhile I wasn't even reading, but I've dove into books again, for respite and escape mostly. But when it comes to writing about them--I'm not doing so well. Life is hard, and there are people dying all over the world, and every time I lift my head and look around me I hear more bad news about my country. I have a very limited amount of energy for anything besides the crap we're dealing with, and I choose to spend it reading, trying to show up mentally as well as physically at work, and, well, that's pretty much it.

Everyone is healthy at my house, other than this damn chest cold we keep passing back and forth, and we all still love each other.  I'm sorry for being one of those people who post dramatic crap and the won't talk about it, but it concerns my kids, so I know you'll understand. I just don't want to lose this blog or the virtual bookish friendships I've made, so I felt like I wanted to say something.

Hey, as long as you're here--I read Tom Hanks's book of short stories and thought they were very good. A lot of reviewers felt they were bland, but I felt there was a bite in most of them as well as the sweetness. There was also a line about USING things, not letting a piano gather dust, and it inspired me to play my piano for the first time in forever. I also just read Saints and Misfits, and it was SO GOOD. The narrator does that annoying thing where she doesn't communicate crap that would clear everything up, but it actually makes total sense why she doesn't. I really liked how the characters were none of them saints, despite what Janna originally thought, but other than the obvious one, they were all still doing the best they could.






3 comments:

  1. I love dandelions! They’re the only plants I don’t kill. I hope things get better for you soon.

    Aj @ Read All The Things!

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  2. I loved this post (well....not that life is difficult right now). I love how you are framing what is happening, and you've inspired me to look at things a bit differently myself. I have a couple of friends going through some very trying things with their kids, and all I can say is just hang in there. Thinking of you!

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  3. YOU drew that?????? WOW.
    Such brilliant thoughts of resilience and determination. Don't let the cement keep you from growing.

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