My Love

I asked myself 9 days ago

What is my best way to Be now?

 

And this revelation came to me at 4.09am:

 

"I now know to Be my own true love."

 

Bobby

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,

Blessings,

Bee and Bobby xoxo

 

 

 

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
 

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.

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

 

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

misunderstood

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

 

 

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*.

*Apricity

- warmth of winter sun on back - or face

- from 1600 

- a gardener's word, chirped by a little bird!!

 

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.

 

 

 

 
 

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.

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

Our Time To Rest

From the start, 

some sadness is written on our hearts

Sometimes,

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

 

 
 

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

 

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.

 

Transformation

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

then

one

always

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

Touch Our Hearts

Yes, yes Dear Ones

there are always ways,

always ways for more

caring,

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

Happy Days

 

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.

 

 

 
 

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.