When I first started this blog, I had a whole page dedicated to the explanation of the title of my blog, but then I deleted it. So I thought I would try again to at least give you a post that might explain the meaning behind the title.
Growing up I loved dandelions and I loved daisies. I loved dancing and I loved dreaming.
I loved picking a dandelion and blowing the seeds to the wind. I would watch the seeds dance away and fall to the ground elsewhere to be replanted and pop up again the next year.
My life is sometimes like those dandelion seeds, I am picked up from one place and blown away only to be replanted again.
And sometimes being up rooted from one home and moving to a new home is hard. Its rather painful even. Sometimes its confusing. But despite all of that, I keep reminding myself to dance. To dance through life.
And some times life really does feel like a dance. I can pick up my feet and find joy in that season. maybe its a dream just fulfilled.
But some seasons come that are full of rain or drought and I have to command my feet to keep dancing. To dance in the rain and dream of of the sunshine that will come out again.
Sometimes life seems to be filled with a lot more dreaming then dancing.
As a little girl, my family had a patch of daisies and my sisters and I would go out to pick those daisies.
We would say, with all the other little girls in the world, "He loves me. He loves me not. He loves me. He loves me not........" as we plucked the peddles and threw them to the ground.
And because of that game daisies have always been special and some what dreamy for me.
And so it reminds me of that other stage in life, in which I dream of the future.
Some seasons are for having those dreams being fulfilled and those are the seasons I most feel like dancing.
But some seasons are for dreaming and not giving up. But those are the days I remind myself to keep dancing.