I have lost my smile but do not worry the dandelion has it. ~Thich Nhat Hanh
There have been seasons when I lost my smile, when my heart permanently frowned, agony draining joy, leaching life from my soul. Those were bleak periods. Was the dandelion hold my smile?
Perhaps it was dandelions that preserved my smile through their network of fluffy white seeds, successive generations of flowers passing on my smile until my soul was again ready to embrace joy, my heart relearned how to smile.
I found myself in solitude, extended solitude while living in India. I had the time to explore myself, had the time to discover who I was. It could have been most any country but I was in India so it was in India I found my smile waiting for me in the face of a dandelion.