As The Weeks Go By

As the weeks go by

and the breezes blow

I’ve come to see

and come to know

my tears for me,

since you’ve gone,

is not that I

feel forlorn,

it is that I

have inner joy,

that you and I

were two old souls,

who together

healed ‘our worlds’ to whole.

And here this morning

my flower for you

is losing soft petals

as I weep,

remembering, when ‘you died’ together,

on the warmest day

after winters’ weather.

And as I ‘saw’

your dear soul leave

then sat with you for endless hours,

tears I wept were falling

just as these petals, from these flowers.

Now over your grave

this sunny spring day,

Jasmine bells ring

and creamy, rich petals

float

softly down

as all around me,

all around,

I feel you heart

does sit with me,

like every leaf loves its’ tree.

And I lost my voice

when I lost you,

so I will look to sky,

and carry me,

over the waves

of my emotional sea.

Over and under

the only way through,

is find myself

and bring my song

to whatever days

my melody plays

and if Jasmine bells ring

and changes chime

I will follow on

this path of mine

ever knowing

we had it all

me and My Lovely

hound so small.

(Written with Viburnum Carlesii flower stem and Madagascar Jasmine on September 24,  2013.  It is now 3 weeks since Poppy went softly to spirit.)

This day, I feel now, as my voice strengthens, that the ‘quietness’ was the way to isolate myself long enough to go into all, the all-encompassing, changes.

And the inner turmoil I felt from knowing that my role in her intensive caring, and relative healing phase, has passed.  I lost my voice when suddenly that role was lost and gone. 

Now there is more visibility in the clearing, that defines a deeper role for me, in my remaining life years ………..and one which has, ever and always, been there for me to reach, so that now my writings may come in a different way.

So I am leaving space to expand into whatever comes to me from now on…..

The Seeds Of Change

The seeds of change

will re-arrange

where you thought

you were.

The green of Spring

will naturally

bring

the juice

of things to come.

The palest blossom

will so foster

what the future

has to offer.

The seasons’ rains

will bring again

what you thought

you lost.

And then you’ll see

that openly

all is blessed

generously.

So lead the way

and you’ll hear us say

all the more

there is to tell,

where you drink Love

from the deepest well.

There is never more

than you can handle,

never more than you

can share,

never any way you’ll be

never guided,

or never free,

keep believing

there’s more to see.

Follow the path

through wooded land,

follow your heart

it’s an open plan.

You’ll be

where there is love

and sunshine shining,

strings are playing,

butterflies dancing

and spring will welcome

some romancing.

Birds are nesting,

Poppy’s resting

little ‘flower of sleep’

shines in spirit

so walk with faith,

you have dear friends

and nothing ever

really ends.

Life it brings

the seeds of change.

Life it brings

the golden-hearted

to inspire and lift

those left ‘departed’.

(Written in a blossoming and forested range, with a long stalk of wild oats, on September, 20, 2013)

You Called To Me

You called to me

I heard you,

you ‘came to me’

I saw you,

you sang to me

I harmonized,

you were devoted to me

I loved you deeply.

You said goodbye to me

I wept,

I wept with you

you wept with me,

you were so gentle

valiantly,

you were so graceful

continuously,

I was so grateful

endlessly,

you were so connected

unconditionally,

we were worlds together

eternally,

we came

and went

mystically.

(Written on September 5, 2013 with some wild country Lavender, whilst sitting on a  hill-side stump, sheltering from misty rain, under The Cedars.)

For Poppy, my dear-hearted, departed, loyal and beloved companion hound.

My hours and hours of being with a Yellow Admiral Butterfly

When I think of my little friend

and see the butterfly

her energy brings

to play with me,

and sit beside

my working tools

I feel much closer

to her gentle self

and know, I do,

the fullness of time

brings me to you

and as we sit

in a heavenly glow

we may remember

our life below,

companionship

connection,

and loving devotion

warmly united

in the luminous light,

continuing souls

shining bright…….

(Written September 10, 2013 following the delightful experience, the day before, of a female, black, yellow, blue and grey Yellow Admiral butterfly landing on my knee, my spade handle, my pick axe, the soil I was touching, the pea-straw mulch beside my hand, my hand, on the seat beside my arm, on the brick wall beside me, then walking onto my left hand and sitting still on fingers for nearly 10 minutes, just beside my face....and at time, I stopped gardening for 25 minutes to communicate with the lightness of spirit surrounding me as I was so deeply uplifted from my grief)

To The Beauty Of The Gift

To the beauty of the gift of your love for each other,

for the selfless kin-dness and generosity of spirit

that Poppy's been graced to receive. 

And to the gentle and vital warmth that Poppy's presence,

physically, emotionally and spiritually

has contributed to your life...I give thanks.

Thanks Bee, for being a wonder-full sister 

and though you've weathered huge and agonising storms,

I sense now, with her passing,

that there will be a long and deep period of calm completeness.

You did your best in everything. 

You have both been blessed.

Surrender to whatever comes and grant it full expression.

I'm with you...as always.

 

(This inspiring condolence message came, with beautiful flowers

from Stuart Porteous, September 6, 2013)

Thank you to every dearest one and friend

who was with My Lovely and I in thought,

heartwarming calls, cards and beautiful flowers

as they learned of her transition into the light.

My Lovely Longtime Friend

My Lovely Little Pops

I will tell you Bee

when you need to be

ready to say farewell

to me.

Do not think about my grave

I will pass

in my own sweet time

and keeping a space

for me to lie

is more than I

need know about

so let’s proceed

at a gentle speed

and what’s going on

internally, with me

will heal, I feel,

in a few days

and we’re back to relaxing

in enjoyable ways.

I like ‘the drops’

for emergency

and crushed up minerals

are helping me.

I love the risotto

with meat and veg

so keep that all coming

it does me good

and we will continue

for a fair long time

so let’s enjoy

our company and food

and I’ll get better

I will ‘come good’.

(My Lovely hound was lying by the fire beside me when I wrote this message from her, and a very short-stemmed purple Viola, on July 9, 2013)
On the previous day, she had mysterious bleeding and I felt very distressed and deeply concerned. Would her days be numbered? Would she be long in this world? I gave her continual nurture, care and intuitive healing, with gentle, loving patience. And she trusted me all her life.

My loyal and devoted little companion went gently to spirit, 56 days later, on September 3, 2013.

We constantly shared her last months and I have received messages in all those times together, and will post some in coming days.

Wildflowers of the world have already germinated in the mulch on her grave amongst the violets, yarrow and parsley.