09/10/2026
A few years back, I took a poisonous plant class where, to put it simply, I learned about 5 different species, their history and became more familiar with their energetics.
I planted moonflower earlier this spring, not realizing it was actually another name for Datura. A very unique poisonous plant I had learned about with heavy folklore and reverence within indigenous cultures, as well as with the “witches.” 🧹
The other night, I arrived home late, and as I descended towards my house, I noticed that amongst her vines swirling around my patio, she had given life to her first bloom! She was larger than the size of my entire hand and smelled hauntingly sweet. Majestic, protective, death and softness intertwined within a dance.
In the morning and throughout the entirety of the day, she took her time curling in, and by the next morning, she had fallen from her vine. She opened for a moment and knew when to let go. Being able to witness the one bloom was a gift, and I am in deep awe and honoring of this plant and her teachings.
This plant also is not to be toyed with. Just to create deeper clarity, there is a fine line between hallucinations and death. I simply sit with her in appreciation, never ever to ingest. Don’t be a silly goose. Don’t ever f around and find out with this one.
