Here’s a photo I took on my walk yesterday. California Poppies and Love In A Mist.
The second photo is a mysterious pink mist of tiny flowers. I don’t know their human names.
I delight in not knowing everything. Don’t you.
Mists
Nature
Divinely Dressed
These Peony Beauties are divinely dressed in voluptuous crimson petals designed to enchant and lure suitors but alas they are just sitting pretty on our table.
Evolutionary Descendant
I wish with all my being
these words could last ten thousand years.
Forgive us Evolutionary Descendant,
our Future now in our Past,
Traveller through SpaceTime,
Observer, Messenger, Hostage
to our Political and Religious Dogmas
clearly seen in action, filmed
Interrogation Inquisition- inhumane
actions of primitive mindsets
that torture and kill without conscience
any being who does not look or think like us-
your Primitive Ancestors.
I am truly sorry, so truly sorry,
for what was done to you,
our Evolutionary Descendant,
the Inheritor of our Savage Wars.
No one has all the Answers
whether ‘dead or alive’, ‘past or future’,
but I have a Message for you too.
Life Itself is the Creator, the Great I Am,
in every being and in every thing-
every drop of water, speck of dust,
in, as, everything physical and not,
in All That Is, in you and me,
in Nature, in all the Universes.
Your Future is Divine Consciousness
co-creating with the Creator in you,
Beloved Evolutionary Descendant,
regardless of Timeline events
in the Ever Only Here Only Now.
You are Ever Present, Ever Alive
Divine Freedom, Love, and Sacred Light.
It matters not in the least
whatever forms we take, Dear One,
our Evolutionary Descendant.
April 16, 2021- Shelley Wilson
Enchantment *
Astrantia
The world of flowers is magical. Flowers of every colour, shape, texture and size enchant the minds and hearts of all who behold their beauty with wonder.
You know when you are more fully alive when you behold Nature in all its diverse forms and expressions with a sense of wonder, reverence, curiosity and deep appreciation.
My daughter brought home some of her favourite flowers recently. Astrantia. The blossoms are usually small and dainty with subtle coloration, not the bright and bigger ‘show girls’ of the flower world. Although an unexpected preference when I learned that Astrantia are her favourites, I now recognize their resonance with her personality. It is indeed true that everything we choose is “a statement of who we are and who we choose to be”.
I took photos and then more photos of these unusually large Astrantia blossoms with my cell phone camera. Then I duplicated some of them to zoom in and show close ups. We folks with reading glasses do love our close ups! After that I played with my text on photo app to give these flowers the name we humans have chosen and agreed to call them so we can communicate what we have chosen. Isn’t naming a wonderful magic in itself!
So here are three photos of Astrantia named and communicated to you using those squiggly lines we call cursive writing. Yes, I still do this symbolic form of writing by hand as well. Do the young still learn to write by hand, I wonder.
Back to the Astrantia. Now I am wondering how a robot would perceive Astrantia. What would a robot do with Astrantia? Would a robot display anything beyond scientific data? Would a robot require a practical purpose for Astrantia for it to be valued in a scientific way? Will robots be programmed for aesthetics? I know some humans who aren’t. Lol!
So here are three photos I’ve been rambling on about.
Flowerpoet 
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