Tooth of Lion -- Kiss of Bee

An exert of my upcoming book.

Dandelion (Taraxacum officinale), Grass (standard lawn mixture), Iris (Iris germanica-bearded Amethyst flame), and (honey-) Bee.

Early in the spring-time air of Colorado I sat deep in meditation. In meditation on my resemblance of a lawn.  My over grown flower bed, not yet turned for the spring, plumes in a cascade next to me.  It was the first bright and sunny day out of several wet dreary days and the dandelions were in full bloom. They stood brilliantly among the Iris, and Lilies.  My goal for the day was to make an essence and learn more of the brilliant yellow flowers that my grandmother loved so much.   The air echoed of the faint perfume of a May Day rain still lingering in the air.

It wasn't long before I started hearing the voices of the dandelion, in which only one bloom speaks at a time.  It speaks in a young woman-like voice, and sings slightly as it talks.  "Have you noticed how I tell you before it rains?  My bloom closes to save my florets.  In my roots I feel the storm coming, use my roots to enhance your awareness too.  Roast and grind them, drink them often; always before reading.  I can help increase your channeling as well.  But keep in mind, unless you stop ignoring the screams of the grass as you stomp on it, you will not easily hear the rest of us either."

The grass blades in unison, and in a slow relaxed child like voice adds, "Always walk barefoot upon