Fractals and Practices of the Small 🌿

A celebration of the small, where tiny acts of courage and care bloom into something wider, lusher, deeper.

On Sunday, I walked through Prospect Park and passed a patch of dandelions, somehow still surviving in the New York November cold, which I noted was both a miracle and a delight. If you’re like me, you can’t pass a dandelion without asking for it’s permission to be plucked, and once given, letting your wish sail through the hundreds of white puffy seeds…

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