I am Dandelion.

I am here.

I respect the balance of this new home continent.

I am strength - defined:

deep rootedness

spicy medicine

undaunted joy

wind and seed symbiosis.

Children remember my earthy scent, white sap, merry yellow face, and irresistible fluffy invitation to blow my seeds through the realms for mystical grounded healing.

May my medicine find the root of your imbalance.

May my medicine clear, cleanse, clarify.

I am here to heal.

I laugh at the weed narrative.

My ability to spring upwards towards the light from just a tiny rootlet (left behind during weeding) is this irrepressible joy.

I am the wounded healer.

I grow in all the cracks and forgotten patches of earth.

I fill the liminal with my beauty.

In the winter, I tuck deeply into the earth, into my roots.

I rest.

As soon as there is enough sunlight, I send out my leaves, and baby flower buds.

Cold does not deter me.

I cycle through flower buds, to flowers, to seeds through spring, summer, fall….. they are all ideal for me.

The earth is my home.

She loves me and I send her love out into the world one tiny shockingly radiantly yellow flower petal at a time.

Your healing is here - in my roots, in my leaves, in my flowers, in my beauty.

I remind all that attention creates connection - my flowers call out to you.

As Dandelion, I joyfully grow with determination and grit.

As Dandelion, I surprise with undaunted and powerful PRESENCE.

As Dandelion, I heal what has stagnated with my deeply rooted bitter medicine.

As Dandelion, I thrive despite indifference, wounding, forgotten connection.

As Dandelion, I am the sun’s mirror here on earth - reflecting:

raucous mirth

radiant wisdom

rooted love

Mantra: I THRIVE