I take pictures of flowers. I can’t help myself. Something in me is completely drawn to a flower in the midst of opening to life, it’s soft petals so vulnerable in a what can be a harsh world.
I have this gorgeous orchid in my home. It was a gift and is now in bloom again. As I walked past it the other day, the sun was shining through its translucent petals. The luminosity drew me to it like a moth to flame. In much the same way, when I get too close to such beauty, something in me dies to this beauty.
I posted another shot of this luminous flower online and received a number of comments.
Oh my goodness. Made my heart jump.
Very vaginal in the best way ever.
It was clear that this orchid looks like a woman’s sexual anatomy – vagina, vulva, clitoris, etc.
It seems as though we respond to this flower as something breathtakingly beautiful.
And this begs the question,
Why don’t we feel this way about our own beautiful, sexual female bodies?
This post is part one of a three-part series. I’d love to know how you feel…