I saw the first dandelions today – the first dandelions! I was looking out for them, but I was not expecting to see them for another two or three weeks. Ironically, my first dandelions waited for me in Mile End, in the very belly of the city. They were pocking through the crack between the asphalt and a wall near the entrance to Café Saint-Henri. I would have missed them, if I didn’t have to come back to pick up the headphones I left in the café. I love dandelions with all my heart. They are the most decolonial flower! Their roots are deep, they always grow in tight-knit families or communities, they grow everywhere, pierce through every crack and I especially love how year after year after year they lift their joyful yellow heads on the immaculately dead green lawns of my neighbours. They are food, they are medicine, they are delightful toys for children. Dandelions are everything.

So many other good things happened today. Small things, but they happened when I needed them most and they were medicine of homeopatic kind:

Rain

Spending a day between Parc-Ex, Mile-End and Little Italy

Great conversation with Nicole and Stephanie at Sanctuary Sangha

Great conversations with Bonnie and Demi and May (do I get paid to do that?!)

Conversations about women elders who continue living way beyond the medical expectation

Spending some time in a flower shop

Just the overall feeling of being outside, away, of slipping out of corporate reach.

Such a good day.