Sunday, July 14, 2024


Bobby Sweetheart,
this is one of my lovely pictures of you,
with your shining heart beaming through,
so much so, the vet always said,
when we thought it was the end,
"He's got a strong heart.
He wants to stay, he is happy with you,
so keep taking care of him"
In this photo Bobby was cradled in my lap
and we shared love and play for 9 weeks more.

With love to all for your gentle thoughts,
Bee and Bobby xoxo

Wednesday, July 10, 2024

Noticing Quiet Things

This winter glow
brings quiet things
rarely noticed
but deeply felt as caring gifts
thankfully received
and continually cherished in my deepest heart.
Grace, peaceful blessings and deep serenity to all
Love Bee xo

Monday, July 8, 2024

Lighting Our Way

Sweet love of mine, what joy I have
I am most glad to see you
dressed in pearly white this full moon night.

Shall we dance, sweet jonquil,
shall we sing quietly
shall the stillness bring us through.

The years of tears are gently taken
to heaven to rise again
and fall with the spring rain,
when time has passed and our hearts
are lifted with the artistry of daffodils
blooming on the grassy hills.
These Jonquils are chosen with fondest love
for my Dad, my Mum and my best friend, Bobby
who passed away, in separate years, in the morning of July 5.

Sunday, July 7, 2024

One Day Before Yesterday


One day before yesterday
you gently passed away.
Your soul left in a second, 
so your glorious running, playing,
eating and now sleeping body is resting.
Yet, still I see you playing 'chasey'
or in your favorite tunnel nest
under the old lilac tree
with your toys and pixies
peeping through the strappy leaves
where tall blue lilies will always be.

Us always walking around together,
picking posies and sniffing flowers will be
my happiest memory.

Little Bobby Sweetheart,
everyone loved your super happy smile,
your joy, your play will always stay,
as your deeply gentle fondness
was shining brightly every day.
Best friends from the start,
Bobby, you will always be in my heart.
Always in my heart.
Bobby - November 2010 to July 5, 2024

Monday, July 1, 2024

I Lay The Past To Rest

There were different roads that I chose to go
and some long ways in another direction
but always, then came an intersection
with a higher way to take that day
and the next, until I found the best path yet. 
Not at all easy.
Some days my bones are going slow
so life it brings Simplicity.
I find Joy at the start of every path
back to the beginning.
Long ago, when I walked a different way
I shaved skin off my shinbone
I mostly felt all alone
so I did Tai chi among the trees
I walked home alone in the dark
yes for me,
some very contradictory ways to be.
I walked and walked,
I worked late shifts, up and down
ten city storeys in a time of little glory
when I could only just pay the rent but I went
bush-walking every morning.
I have taken inspiration on outback tracks
I have planted sunflowers in a country field
I have learned from relationships
I looked to sea
the wide skyline of anchored tankers
raw iron-ore going nowhere.
So times were not easy to forget.
I was lost in a crowded place
I was invaded in my own space
Maybe I hide in plain sight
I have walked so many paths
I have bundled sticks along the fence
so little lizards hide in them.

Yes I could start a fresh.
So no longer looking back,
I find this track to stroll along.
Just following the flight of birds
and the whispering grass I have always heard.
I walk where the trees talk with me. 
I find The Simple Path is my way,
so life is ever so much better this very day.
July 1, 2024



Sunday, June 30, 2024

Little Sparrow Oh So Cold So Cold

I heard the little sparrow say today:
You cried when I was still alive
you cried when I died
of hypothermia
I will remember you with your warm hand
around my cold feathered body.
You tenderly breathed all warmth to me
as for a time my eyes were open.

Now again, we fly free with apricity*.
- warmth of winter sun on back - or face
- from 1600 
- a gardener's word, chirped by a little bird!!

Saturday, June 22, 2024

These Precious Feathers

I saw your gentle peace
each day we passed through,
so this quiet picture of a beautiful you
now rising to higher skies,
calls me to bless
your precious feathers left behind.
Turtle Dove,
you lived here with your family,
resting in the garden and nesting in the trees.
I know you flew on to live anew.
Still I cry as I softly bury you.
I cry as I bury you.

Friday, May 24, 2024

As Every Leaf Leaves

As every leaf leaves
and so do you,
will you ever know
where I landed.

I wonder if you will ever see,
I am a falling leaf.
I feel like a falling leaf.
I came to leave as quietly as an autumn leaf.
I came to leave as quietly as an autumn leaf.
I came to quietly leave this autumn tree.
Now may I rest peacefully. 
Part 2
Do we see different trees?
My Sorrow lands as Autumn leaves.
As quiet as you say you are,
I hear the leaf-blower blasting me
as it seems to be
blowing leaves OFF my trees,
blowing the leaves off my tree.
If leaves on an autumn tree
represent Humanity,
and if I share with you,
through the summer winds
and then it seems in your storms,
you need me to leave your branch
before my Mother Nature calls.
So then I do.
I go.
So, that being so,
I am unprepared for that call.
And so I fall.
I fall.

Thursday, May 16, 2024

Peaceful Waters

There is Grace this morning
as Nature curiously all aligns,
while silver lights the view we see
with more blue sky Infinity.
Peace dwells
in the essence of tranquility
when the Winged Ones come
from where they are
floating closer than the stars. 
Photo Credit: SJ,
Black Swans, May Morning, Geelong, Australia

Saturday, May 11, 2024

Our Time To Rest

From the start, 
some sadness is written on our hearts
our troubles come early,
they sit within, from the beginning.
And, it is written on my heart,
I will always love you,
in all ways, I love you.
I know you,
I feel you fading today.
We are so very tired at this time.
Weary as we are, we breathe together.
I will always love you, always Love,
with love always.
(Written 1.35am, May 11, 2024)
One month of Saturdays,
and here you are, looking well again,
at times still running, still playing,
still always woofing down your nourishing meals.
So your ever-beating-strong heart,
pumps on through it all.
You love to stay here.
So It Will Be, And So It Is, for you and me.
Another beginning.
A joyous restart.
You always live in my heart. 
Blessings be for little Bobby with his beautiful brain.
Love to our friends here, for your patience to wait with us
in this space, for almost a month.
We will know further along.
Time comes and goes, and only God Knows
when to really lay down,
and when is best to really rest.

Peace and love to all on this day,
Bee and Bobby xo

Saturday, April 13, 2024

Receiving Joy

I have a walking friend 
who, very often, in the morning
quietly passes by these waters.
I feel quite sure her feathered friend,
waits in the stillness to meet her greeting.
She feels lightness, joy and euphoria
when indeed he treats her to see,
all golden reflective serenity.

But wait, please wait.
On the very next day,
over on the sea side of the bay
with shimmering all around
she is graced again to see him.
And in my heart I truly feel
the freedom and lightness they share.

Photo credits: SJ.
Great Egret, April mornings, Geelong, Australia


Monday, March 4, 2024

Here Today Gone Tomorrow

Here we are greeting
our first days of Autumn,
before the tree leaves turn to golden
and Morning Glory cycles through
beginning as blue,
then a brilliant purple hue
fades as the summer light
and sleeps again pink at night.

Other times will come and go
as the vine shines with every bloom,
before they fade to leave more room
for the greyer days of Winter.


Sunday, March 3, 2024


Every year in March
I wait by the bare earth
for any sightings of your birth
bringing an ever increasing joy of abundance.
First there is a tiny sign, growing higher,
then a white tip and a white stem
comes first.
One beautiful little crocus
showing itself
then growing in a day
to be a little mauve bud,
then an open bloom,
then a few little buds around
and finally the sound of me
cheering the happy family.
(And cheering you old friend, 77 years again)
The annual arrival of Mauve Autumn Crocus

Thursday, February 29, 2024

Touch Our Hearts

Yes, yes Dear Ones
there are always ways,
always ways for more
for sharing caring,
being there
bringing kindness,
sharing the goodness of your heart,
saving the environment
with your love
for the Earth
for the trees,
sharing seeds,
planting more seeds,
sharing smiles
food, warmth and shelter,
giving more, more unconditionally,
beautifully lifting all of life
whatever simple way you have
to be present,
to bring your peaceful heart,
to bring your quiet mind
to breath your harmonious ways
into the days for others
to know some kindness
to know someone softly touches their hearts,
moves with the trees in the breeze
as wings fly over and above
there is ever only Love.
Inspired with Jack Kornfield, Sounds True One conversation
Image credit: Lions Roar Buddhist Journal

Friday, February 2, 2024

Golden Light

How good would it be
if you were here to see these yellow carnations
as we celebrate the 100th birthday
with golden gifts
shining all the way to heaven today.

But we know you come and go
as in our hearts we are all free
so life goes forward as do we.
In my life,
and in the closing years of your life,
I lived with deep sadness.

Where did I find this sadness?
Was it from far away in other lands, places,
rivers or seas?
My mother's womb?
My father's heart?
My mother's heart?
Her mother's heart?
How do I call it to rise? 
To share feelings?
Is it a sad song? 
A past life? A yearning to belong?

A way through will come to me.
The truth yet to see.

Now, I am healed.
When I learned, to stand aside from it.
I found acceptance, peace, gentleness,
understanding, sincerity, release,
joy and freedom.
Then, and not til then,
did I meet my own devoted heart
and then, did I, then see,
all golden light on the path.



Wednesday, January 31, 2024

Elephant Ears Are Listening

Now the welcome lamp is lit.
I hear pixies whispering into Elephant-ears,
they giggle and slide down the slippery leaves
into soft places underneath
where they play until they fall asleep.