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Showing posts with label Dandelions. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 2, 2020

Even the dandelion speaks of Mary ~ Her Bitter Sorrow





A number of plants are named for the Bethlehem manger,  imagining Joseph collecting grasses and plants that were dried to place in the Holy Child's crib. Pennyroyal, Rue, Thyme, Lavender and Rosemary are called the manger herbs. Dandelion is another of those plants — once called Mary's Bitter Sorrow. 

Dandelions are often thought of as a weed — a plant that grows where we don't want it to grow. But all the plants spring from God's imagination, and so we might more kindly refer to dandelion as simply a native plant. Americans spend huge amounts of money on chemicals to destroy dandelions. Mind you, those chemicals poison the food some birds (like robins) eat. Lawn chemicals also eventually find their way into streams, ponds, lakes and aquifers. Not good.

Maybe dandelion was called Mary's Bitter Sorrow because its leaves taste bitter. In our time, the word bitter has a negative connotation. A bitter person is angry or resentful. We might say, "The terrible divorce left her bitter."  But bitter sorrow can mean a suffering that's brought about by a deep personal hurt. What did Mary know about her Child's future? Did she already carry a prescient sorrow or hurt?

Lots of mothers carry sorrows. Perhaps pondering the roadside dandelion - Mary's Bitter Sorrow - we might pray. "Examine me, Lord, and try me; O test my heart and my mind..."  Psalm 26:2. When God looks into my heart and mind, I want him to see that it cares for more than just myself.

The bitter sorrow of women
  who miscarry,
  whose child is stillborn. 

The mother who gives birth to her child

   while she is fleeing war, famine or disaster.

The mother who is alone, abandoned,

   even by the child's father.

The mother who is overwhelmed with poverty,

   who is forced to give a child away.

The mother who fears for her child's safety in a gun-soaked nation,

  who hopes for her children to be spared addiction and violence,
  who sorrows after an abortion,
  who is separated from her children,
  whose child is handicapped, weak, failing or chronically sick.







Sunday, June 3, 2018

Dandelion Thoughts



These are dandelions of course - likely a jar-vase of them picked for a child's mother as a spring gift. It is said that dandelions are the one flower a child is allowed to pick without permission and with abandon. But also, dandelions are symbolic of the rigorously determined person:

Dandelions can take over a lawn in a season.
Dandelions can grow up through a crack in cement.
Dandelions can sprout in a place too shady for other desirable plants.
Dandelions can grow back even after having been mowed down. 
Dandelions can re-appear after our thinking they were successfully pulled out.


I was visiting with a friend this past Sunday who afterwards went with her four-year-old to visit her husband in prison. She later wrote about a wonderful moment when starting out to return home:

"Going home, my boy spotted some dandelions growing near the parking lot. He ran and tried to pick everyone. It was touching to see how he spotted beauty in the midst of the concrete and razor wire and the bleakness of the place. We made flower crowns, with the inmates looking out at us from their cell windows. As we were leaving, he looked up and waved to them with his flower crown and yelled, 'Bye guys' They waved back. A little light in the darkness."