Lilias Trotter writes a beautiful line about the dandelion gone to seed. That fragile, little geodesic-like dome of seeds is a lovely
image of the life we’re called to live, to give away for the sake of others.
She writes:
the dandelion globe … is marked by detachment. There is no sense of wrenching; it stands ready, holding up its little life, not knowing when or where or how the wind that bloweth where it listeth may carry it away. It holds itself no longer for its own
keeping, only as something to be given; a breath does the rest, turning the “readiness to will” into the “performance” (2 Cor. 8:11).
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