by Shawn Allen


When asked what kind of flower they’d like to be, most people will answer with something like “a beautiful rose” or “a tender orchid.” While these are certainly gorgeous and filled with symbolism, they are not hardy enough for me.

Me, I’d choose the dandelion: first there’s a brilliant shock of vibrant yellow, then the bloom goes within to emerge as a ball of paratrooping seeds that blow on the first breeze to take them. Once they have completed their journey – like my words, my ideas and my love – they take root, beginning all over again, and you will never, ever be able to kill them all…