My muse- flowers, always always flowers

Muse

In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Muse.”

Flowers are definitely my muse. But as much as I love their exquisite beauty, I am finding more and more that I am drawn to those small imperfections. The falling petals, the brown spots, the chew marks where some insect has had a feast. The windblown or rain beaten blooms shimmer for me. But still they are exquisitely beautiful.
And so it is with us humans, when we are windblown, rain beaten or chewed on by life, the exquisite beauty is there to shine forth. If only we will stop and see.

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Datura Inoxia- Charm is deceitful

Datura Inoxia
I recently snapped this photo at our local botanical garden. I made the comment on Facebook that because of it’s great beauty and subtlety, I was sure I would see this flower someday in heaven. So I looked it up to find out it’s name and the meaning in the language of flowers. Come to find out, it is commonly called Devil’s Trumpet. It’s foliage has been used for vision quests and the like and can be deadly. The only creature that is unaffected by it’s pollen is the honey bee.
So will I see this beautiful creation in heaven one day? My opinion? Yes! But no more deceit, no more toxicity- the “sting” will be gone.
“O death where is your sting?”