ordinary and amazing

 

True confession:  I have a soft spot for dandelions.

I mean, really, it’s a perennial wildflower.

Right?

This flower never makes its way into a bouquet of congratulations.
It is not wrapped in tissue paper or arranged into a planter.
It’s not exchanged between lovers to express undying, passionate affection.

We all love the rare
the unique
the exotic
elusive beauties that make us swoon.

But at what point did the ordinary become something distasteful?
Or even repulsive?

But have you ever gotten one given to you by a child?
Thrust into your hand by grubby little fingers, announced either with shy pride, or bursting joy?

“Here! I picked these just for you!”

Somehow a child sees the dandelion for what it is:
Beauty.
They know deep within that it is special.
Something that bursts out from the rest of the grass with
Bright yellow joy.

And then, even more magic.
The show is not over yet.

As the dandelion begins its journey toward the end,
The once vivid yellow petals become
A soft, halo of tufted seeds,
Surrounding the center core
That can be spread for miles with
Just a puff.
Carried on the wind,
Assuring that the cycle of life and
Ordinary miracle will repeat itself
Again and again.

When does a child learn that a dandelion
Isn’t magical?
Isn’t beautiful?
Isn’t something to be delighted in?

When do we all give in to others’ perceptions
Of what is beauty?
What is treasure?

Be like the dandelion today.
Have the courage to be
Your ordinary
Yet amazing
You.

Jeff Shenk - This is beautiful Jen!

admin - <3 You make my ordinary self feel amazing. Love you, Jeff.

Kristy - Jen, I went to Sybil Graber Gerig’s house today for the first time. She and her family just recently built a house in the meadows of a Goshen county road. There was such marvelousness about the whole experience of being there–the house, the land, the farm, the art–but what struck me most is that they don’t have a lawn or manicured landscapes–they simple have prairie grass and lots and lots and LOTS of dandelions all over. Their entire ‘yard’ all the way up to the siding of there house is prairie grass and just plain grass — wild, untamed, unprescribed, natural, ordinary and there extraordinary BEAUTY, ‘treasure,’ ‘delight’, ‘amazement.’ I stood in shocked amazement at someone whose artistic tastes matched only by her sister’s (Ann Graber Miller) allowed her to hoard in the wild, the free, the DANDELION!

I could hardly believe it when I opened this blog page to read your ode to the dandelion after standing in fields of them this afternoon. That’s what I call a synchronicity.

yes yes yes! be ordinary: be extraordinary!

Kristy - A soft, halo of tufted seeds,
Surrounding the center core
That can be spread for miles with
Just a puff.
Carried on the wind,
Assuring that the cycle of life and
Ordinary miracle will repeat itself
Again and again.

I love these lines and I think they are very appropriate for Pentecost Sunday–the coming of the wind-breath-spirit to ‘puff’ and spread the seeds of ‘ordinary miracle’ into the never ending cycle of life and living.

Kristy - one more comment, and then I’ll stop! the picture of Ellie (?) blowing the dandelion needs to be meditated on when reading this post–check out the way you captured the seeds of ordinary miracle spinning and tilting in/through the wine. wow just wow.

admin - I love each and every one of your comments, Kristy! Your thoughts feed my soul. You have always inspired me to view the everyday and ordinary as sacred. Bless you!

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