Bless Your Kind Heart

A year ago,

this day was hot and sunny.

I left the cafe feeling bilious.

I walked home a short way.

I was breathless. 

I went through my front door.

Everything was spinning.

I was trembling, then really shaking. 

I swallowed spoonfuls of organic honey.

It was a birthday gift.

I must unlock the door. 

I must call the ambulance.

Where's my phone?

Was this life gone?

 

Nearly 4 hours later, I was far out,

the summer heat was all around.

I did not move at all.

But, then I saw the light

was a dazzling bright rainbow bridge. 

 

I knew, I too, was across the bed.

Alive, but feeling spaced.

The anaphylactic shock

lifted me into a surreal place. 

 

I kept saying to myself:

 

"Oh thank you God, thank you God

Bless your kind heart.

Bless your kind heart." 

 

Photo: Delphinium, Candle Larkspurs 
Lambley Nursery, Ascot Victoria, Australia

 
 

And Light Will Shine

The gold, it's true is inside you,

the well it sits within,

so draw your life's flow

from the bubbling stream

and light will shine

and leaves will gleam

and flowers are the gifts for you,

petals soft and colours rich

this is the way of natures gifts.

 

Bring yourself the gems there are

and share the light from every star

and live the way your heart knows true

so being yourself is healing you.

 

   
- from The Light Within - by Bee Porteous

 

Written in October 2014, and posted again

on Come Blossom Come Fruit, November 16,2024 

The wonderfully fragrant heart bells, in my garden,

Mexican Philadelphus, Mock Orange

  

 

 

Bless My Soul

'Bless my soul', I hear me say,

'this is a beginning day'.

 

So many questions have been

silently waiting for heavenly answers.

 

So much so, 

that I was outside each day

with the flowers and birds,

accepting the quiet hard work,

knowing, that I did not know what,

but I did know that,

whatever tension was rising

would become truly helpful 

in releasing my previous past patterns

that had 'got me through my life',

being calm and quiet through strife.

 

Now I am living in more mystical ways.

It is another time

so I live deeply with my heart knowing

how to listen to the tension 

that is no longer mine,

but it is my time to respond

and to release and know,

the soul blessing that flows 

when disharmony goes.

 

This is post 752 here, and it was written same day,

 just an hour or so after the previous post no 751

Title Where Have I Been? 

 

Where Have I Been?

Where have I been?

It has been 4 weeks since my last post 

and at times I was sitting

with the Pink-flowering Tea-Tree.

Questions and answers come to me.

I wish I could say I was floating along,

but sometimes I was trembling or numb, 

sometimes pain, often grief,

but always a deep belief

that where I am,

and where I may go

is where I am being with the unknown,

and within me,

I know I am always in the right place.

 

These days the right place

may feel like I deeply know I am not alone,

and yet,

the triggered part of my muscles and structure,

wonder if my quiet way of 'calm and cheerful',

does sometimes come to closed doors.

 

I would like to share these words  

by Kate Van Horn, In My Story.

I find them enormously helpful.

 

"Thank you for never giving up on me"

I said.

 

"You're very welcome"

I replied.

 

And that is my story too 

The World / wholeness, the ability to see the big picture.

 

With Love Bee xo 

 

 

So Glorious So Golden

"In you is all of Heaven.

Every leaf that falls is given life in you.

Each bird that ever sang will sing again in you.

And every flower that ever bloomed

has saved its perfume

and its loveliness for you."

 

A Course In Miracles Text-25.IV

Foundation for Inner Peace

 

Image: Australian Native Frangipani, 

Hymenosporum flavum Pittosporaceae

so gloriously fragrant in my garden today. 

 
 

Breath Of Heaven

 

As I sit with you

gazing deeply into your golden nest

we are embraced by soft pink gentleness

 

I see your warm light shining.

  

I breathe ever so slowly

as my long exhale

helps you through the veil

 

and we feel the joy

when your uplifting fragrance rises

as this beautiful 'breath of heaven' 

 

You are the Breath of Heaven

 

October 25, 2025, sitting in the garden with Golden Diosma,

and sitting by the bedside, of my dear dying friend, who is in 

a hospice room, 670 kilo-metres away.

Blessings and peace, With love, Bee xo  

 

 

With Reverence

 

"What you encounter,

 recognize or discover,

depends to a large degree

upon the quality of your approach,

so when we approach with reverence,

great things

 decide to approach us." 

 

John O'Donohue 

 

This beautiful little sleeping creature

is an Australian ant-eater,

Brown Antichinus (Antechinus stuartii)

 

July 6, 2016, Australian Geographic Magazine 

Image: Pete Evans/shutterstock 

The Cloud of Forgetting

We dream with the ears

we dream with the tears

and through the years

we feel the toxic shame that came

and we learn again,

as through the centuries:

 

it comes so it does

to go where it must,

and it is up to us to trust

it is not ours to keep,

so we must let it go,

and sleep the long sleep in peace.

 
After the longest drive through life,

we arrive in a safe place of grace

Surrendering all

to pure hope and Love 

now there is peace beneath

the shame that came,

and joy shines in to bring

the cloud of forgetting. 

 

Written on the Winter Solstice of June 22, 2023 

BP photo: Forget-me-nots blooming September 30, 2025

 

Embracing The Divine

I have been loving

I have been strong

I have absorbed as I went along.

I have gathered strength

from the unseen

the spiritual

the tree people

animal spirits and the devic ones.

I have become lighter

and I call higher for support

to lift me above,

to trust, to hope I am good enough.

And Spirit sees me calling high,

devoting time

and embracing the Divine.

 

Written August 8, 2022

 
 

Where Do Sorrows Go

I own this sorrow that came through me

now silent tears

roll down the cheeks of me

the times I feel

but do not see

the ways

that are indeed in me

so in this night

with full moon light behind the clouds

I listen deeply

as questions come

I sense my feeling

as this night is long

it is the way to walk upon

and every question that sits in me 

brings an answer,

I then can see.

 

So every tear that weeps through me

keeps us closer to our healing,

helps me

help us all into the clearing. 

 

Let us then live with peace.

Let us then live in peace.

 

Let me just let things flow

deep inside

I already know.

Healing sorrow is a way 

to bring tomorrow to this day.

 

Written 3.16am, October 6, 2025

With my deepest love for you

For my Dad and my Mum and myself 

For our collective traumas and treasures

For our silent sorrows

For our ever-courageous hearts

For our blessed grace, mercy and peace 

Image: SJ, Australia 

 

Perhaps A Singing Bird Will Come

A week ago,in the early dawn,

a Rosella came for me to see 
and landed in the Camellia tree outside my window.

Another message from spirit world,
another proverb proving true
as you see me, and I see you.
So here it is, again I’ll say:

“Keep a green tree by your window
and perhaps a singing bird will come”

Original artwork, 2024, by our good friend Binh
 

The Green Green Grass

 

"If this is my day of harvest,

in what fields have I sowed the seed,

and in what unremembered seasons?"

 

Kahlil Gibran from 'The Prophet' 

 

 We remember a dear friend who has passed away

Once a beloved always a beloved

We see the green green grass

Blessings Be

 

 

Sweet Little Periwinkle

 

I found a little flower
with a lovely song to sing 
and graciously it smiled to me
and there was everything
the light 
the blue
the seeing you
the shining face
the simple shape
the turning wheel 
the healing green
as beautiful as ever seen.

 

Hello Dear friends

It is spring in South Australia, and I feel I need a lift

after all the storms and wild winds 

and the loss of another dear loved one this week.

This little poem has been with me 8 years

and I feel like re-posting it from 2017

 

I come today to share my simple way of looking

at my little flower friends.

Love and peaceful blessings to each of you,

Bee xo 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Those Tender Words of Rumi

Today I participated in a Stone Ritual, 

Drinking the Tears of the World

and Sharing Our Sorrows, with Sounds True One

community and founder, Tami Simon,

lead by Francis Weller,

the author of "The Wild Edge of Sorrow"

 

These were the words by Rumi, 

that Francis Weller read - To Close the Ritual 

 

"Those tender words we share with one another,

are stored in the secret heart of heaven,

one day, like rain,

they will fall and spread,

and our mystery will grow green across the earth."

 

Photo credit:

Lambley Nursery, Ascot, Victoria, Australia,

online newsletter, January 2025 

This remarkable Rhubarb relative grows wild

in the Sichuan mountains of western China.

Rheum alexandrae will test the skills of any gardener

but is worth the effort.

What is life asking of me?

What is life asking of me?
Listen deeply

Share the message we share to share
We are not here to go anywhere

We are just in this place 
to be a calm face
a cheerful smile
a space between
the daily race of life's doings

just to simply be openly receptive  
to feel within

 

and everyday begin again
in a space to be in a peaceful place

 
a place to be open to
all around which sings to you
to hum a tune 
to save an ant
to water life

and live quietly
honoring nature and sitting with trees
 
All is always well
when you retreat 
beyond a deeper seat within

and from there 
begin again to share
all the love you will find right there

Breathe
Smile
Pause a while and walk on
step by step by step
Peace is every step
Every smile shines a light.
 
Blessings, love and peace,
Bee 

Written at noon on August 22, 2025 
Photo was taken of a winter-blossoming pear tree

in a country paddock 7 years ago. 
 

The Gatherings

The gatherings.

Those we gathered as friends

those we let go of again

the mists, the rains,

the clouds, the skies

the hours and hours of lifetimes

lived,

learning we are all here

just to love, and to forgive,

to bring our hearts

to start again,

every new beginning.

 

Written on August 19, 2025  
Photo: Bee, Pink Magnolias, Adelaide Hills

A Gift From A Deeper Place / Close Up

This is a deeper verse, 

which came on June 4, 2019.

I thought I was

'looking-on from what could be',

but most possibly the student was me. 

I even called it Close Up.

 

Last summer,

I memorized the poem,

just to recite expressively to myself.

And now I know how I got here.

Close Up, was a gift to me, 

which I openly share,

as a gift to all from A Deeper Place.

 

 

Close Up

 

Remember when
you dressed my wounds
and told me then
you would always love our times together
but that was never
what it seemed
as you were always
leaving.

And returning 


but not really here.


You were bleeding 


all over the place 


and never facing
 what was true

never being the real you.



 

Sometimes you still


call in
 

to see


what is going on with me.



 

Here today is my plea.


Hear me.


Stay a while
 and listen to my heart beat

come in closer and really meet

Trust


Honesty


Tolerance


Gentleness



What Joy that would be


Defenselessness for me to see,


Generosity to give away all you value here


and Patience now, and for all time
Faithfulness with an Open-mind.



 

If every word was ever heard,


Love would sing, and light would bring

a truly wondrous way to be


living with Simplicity.

This deep and honest verse is expanded here

on August 3, 2025. Written June 4, 2019 

 

 

Velvet Petals

Now I live in treasured spaces within.

I glow in radiance with the flowers.

I like the lightness of the day

as in my life I say:

Both joy and sorrow

travel this path with heart

and so we grow

expressing the inner Self 

we have come to know.

Be soft, be gentle,

be tender and kind

Rest your heart in velvet petals. 

 

This is a re-post of my verse from November 2021 

 

And There Is Light

Comes the bloom of the Winter-sweet

comes the greeting to my grief

comes the day with pale light to shine within.

Comes a new beginning.

 

Every moment starts again

sweet fragrance drifts

Love whispers softly to the morning light

I see shy flowers

until spring will bring new leaves

when the sun shines gloriously.

 

This is a re-post from June 28, 2020 

 

Finding My Voice

 

Like a pilgrim on a path
a hermit in the mountains
I sat beside the tree and listened to the rivers,
I walked across the plains
then hiked over hills until
I saw my truth resting on a boulder
I set it free openly
releasing all my untold stories,
looking-in upon myself
reaching out to heal my way
finding voice to truly say
I forgive you,
I forgive myself.
Repression never heals a life
nor does, keeping peace by covering lies.

If you want to hear sweet birds
whistling in the grasses,
let your truth sing a melody
let all around bring their voice
let harmony sound so hearts rejoice,
let peace reach deep into the night
where fireflies fill the skies.

Ask yourself "Can I do more?"
to heal the future, to swim to shore,
to float on waves and share with all
a heart which is willing to
transform old past,
holding high the inner light
of a mystical lamp in a long dark night.

This is a re-post of a poem I wrote

on Christmas Eve, December 24, 2016

 

Home Safely

Hello Precious

may blessings be with you 

Today is the Winter Solstice

and I know our delight

when the exquisitely fragrant flowers

of the Winter-sweet greet and meet you

so I wonder now

how this scent will rise high to your skies.

 

Here I ask myself and you too

to quietly ask

What is my deepest sense of safety?

 

What is my deepest sense of safety?

 

I trust now you are warmly embraced

and you always sleep safely 

in ever-present heavenly-peace and calm.

 

My heart is with you. I miss you.