Short Story: What is My Name?

Dandelion 2016

What is My Name?

One warm sunny day a dandelion was born on Sunshine Hill. From the moment he arrived, he was full of joy and questions. The one question for which he could never seem to know the answer was why he was here, what is he supposed to be doing, and what is his name.

Dandelion was a great helper too. He helped others find answers and things they had lost. He had deep compassion for all beings and for Mother Earth. He was not able to physically help other beings, yet, he used his thoughts and words he shared with others to be of help.

One warm, spring day caterpillar came to dandelion. Caterpillar looked incredibly sad as she approached dandelion half dragging all of her feet. Dandelion asked caterpillar how she was doing. Caterpillar answered she was sad and worried because she looks so different from all the other caterpillars. She’s gotten so tired, she can’t think of anything else other than building a nest and going to sleep. She feels lost and confused and does not know how to be with the changes that are happening in her world.

Dandelion shared with caterpillar that even though she may not feel it, there is deep love within her. She is loved beyond anything her thoughts can imagine. Dandelion also shared with her that it is not her true self who compares her little caterpillar body to other caterpillar bodies. It is not her true self who judges how she looks and feels.

Dandelion further shared that although she does not understand, there is a reason she feels this pain and feelings of being so tired. Her heart and body are preparing for a shift, preparing for the next level of her growth. He asked her to imagine that within her heart is the love of the entire universe. The love that created all that she can see, smell, touch, and hear. The love the Sun and Moon shares with the Earth every single day. The love that is also preparing her for this huge shift which she does not yet understand.

Caterpillar thanked dandelion with overflowing gratitude as she felt so much better. She shared with dandelion that she feels much stronger, lighter, and able to continue her journey.

The next day, a great tortoise ever so slowly made his way up sunshine hill where dandelion lived. Dandelion did not know why, yet felt he had been waiting for Mr. Tortoise to come visit.

Dandelion asked, “Please Mr. Tortoise tell me my name, why I am here, and what I am supposed to do while I’m here? I’ve asked all the other animals and none of them have answered me.”

Mr. Tortoise slowly finished chewing the banana plant leaf he was eating. He looked at dandelion. Tortoise seemed to be thinking about how to answer the question.

After what seemed like forever to dandelion, Tortoise began, “My dear dandelion. You have been doing what you came here to do since the moment you were born. You came here to be the dandelion that only you can be. You came here to share divine love in only the way that you can as the unique dandelion you are.

Yes, but what is my name asked dandelion. Why, your name matches you perfectly, exclaimed Mr. Tortoise. For what you were to do while here, was already known before you came. Dandelion could barely contain his excitement. Please, Mr. Tortoise, what is my name?

Tortoise slowly turned to begin the journey back down Sunshine Hill. As he began heading away from dandelion, he turned towards him one last time. His parting words to dandelion, “As I make my way down sunshine hill, I want you to relax, quiet your thoughts, release your questions, be still in silence. By the time I reach the bottom of the hill you will know your name.”

Dandelion trusted Mr. Tortoise and knew this would lead to the answer for the biggest question he’d ever had.

Just as Tortoise reached the bottom of sunshine hill, he heard great peels of laughter echoing from above. On the heels of laughter, came a tremendous “THANK YOU MR. TORTOISE!! I know my name, I know my name, and you were right. I’ve been doing what I came here to do all along.”

Tortoise turned, raised his neck, and looking towards the top of Sunshine Hill, smiled, and, whispered, And So It Is.

What is dandelions name? The name and message that came to dandelion once he was quiet and still?

LoveSeed. LoveSeed is dandelion’s name and he is here to plant and share loving kindness where ever he goes and to whomever he encounters.

You, too, are here to share love in the way that only you can. A way that is unique to you. You may not know what that is right now. Just remember to always be you and to create and live as you feel inspired.

And never forget that a great and huge love is within you. In fact, you are this great and huge love. We simply forget this some times. It’s okay. There will always be a fellow human, animal, or plant life; who comes along to remind you of this just when you need it most.

Don’t worry about what others are doing, or not doing. Don’t worry if others don’t understand you or your creations or the way in which you share love. For that is the reason you are here. -©2018, Camilla Downs

See It. Share It. BE IT … Spread Love Everywhere You Go!

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The Post Office Gift – An Inspiring Short Story


As Paige entered the post office she was greeted with a line extending nearly to the door. Internally she breathed a sigh of relief knowing she would be using the self-serve kiosk. With only one person waiting ahead of her, she contentedly stepped in line behind him.

He turned to face Paige and with contempt said, “It may be awhile. This lady is having problems. She’s been up there for ten minutes.” He was referring to the customer using the kiosk. Paige spent a few seconds taking in the situation.

The woman at the kiosk seemed to be looking for something and holding her arms up in confusion. Paige could sense the woman’s overwhelmed feelings penetrating the already flat energy within the foyer.

Without hesitation, Paige approached the woman and asked, “Can I help you?” With a slight hint of desperation the woman said, “I can’t find my postage.” Having used the self-serve kiosk an absurd number of times over the years, Paige had become intimately familiar with it.

She knew exactly where the postage was dispensed. If you’ve never used the kiosk before, you wouldn’t know that you cannot visually see the postage once dispensed. One must bend down, placing one’s hand inside the dispenser box to pull the postage from the dispenser. It does not release and drop on its own.

The woman was quit relieved and delightedly thankful. She moved on and the long waiting, irritated man moved forward to take his turn. His frustrations mounted so that he could not get his credit card to work in the card slot.

Paige gently approached and asked, “Can I help you?” He pushed his card towards her and said, “Sure, give it a try.” The card once again did not work, yet, most likely due to having been tried repetitively. Paige felt he simply needed to go back one step and come around again to the payment screen, yet, his frustrations had grown too large for his patience.

After confusingly hesitating a couple of times to thank Paige for her help, the man decided to leave. He seemed to be torn as to whether to throw in the towel, expressing his thanks, and giving it another try.

Paige felt a wave of peace and compassion flow into her entire being as she knew in another time, another place, she had stood in both the man’s and the woman’s shoes. She was also aware of times in the past when she had been deeply lost in her own thoughts and worries; times when she didn’t even notice that another being was in need of help.

After getting her packages posted, she departed with a joyful, peaceful heart with the hopes that anyone watching was inspired to spread loving kindness in their own way and their own time.


How long had everyone been watching the woman at the self-serve kiosk have problems and confusion? Was it five minutes? Ten minutes? That’s an eternity when one waits in line.

The author of this story is not asking to create judgments. She is asking simply to provoke thought. There have been times when she was lost in her own thoughts and worries to even notice that someone was in need of help. She gets that.

For the last 7 years the author has been meditating on living from the heart and spreading loving kindness to everyone she encounters. This day just happened to be one of the days that she got the chance to do just that … and what a blessing it was to her.


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