Dear all,
One of the pleasures of youth is blowing one of these dandelion seed flowers.
(Note – there is uncertainty – it may actually be called a “Hawksbeard” flower.
I would appreciate it if someone in the know could weigh in!)
Whichever. I loved to blow them to my mother's chagrin, as they would
populate her garden with weeds.
But think about it…. Just as those seeds scatter with the wind, so too do our actions make a difference in the world. We never know exactly how or where they will land.
Every smile.
Every scowl.
Every kindness.
Every criticism.
Every word.
Every sound….
We can't measure the extent of our influence. But it's everywhere.
And so, each moment in time allows us to be mindful of the impact we make.
With love and shalom,
Rabbi Zach Shapiro
