When I was little, I loved to pick dandelions when they had gone to seed. I would make a wish and blow, and watch the seeds scatter in the breeze.

I remembered the dandelions as I thought about all the people I have met during my chaplaincy internship at HHH, and of what we have all been through in recent months.

I saw the dandelion seeds as my work and my presence with people.

I saw time as the breath that scattered them in all directions.

Each seed is so small, and seems so insignificant.

Yet each seed also contains the potential for a new dandelion and hundreds of new seeds.

The dandelion seed is a gift from the past to the future.

The breath of time brought it to me, and I am a short stop on its way.

That breath, that flower (the first place a bee will go to find food after a winter of fasting), and those seeds are my reassurance that I am part of the great cycle of life, and that I made a difference.

John Terauds, CPE Intern