Hello From My Little Friends

Hello from my little friends and me.

We are sitting in the sunny room

watching the lemons,

ripening, just outside this window.

How nourishing

how yellow

how friendly

how good is that and how happy am I

that through the cold winter skies

came enough warmth

to brighten you from green to gold

and make fresh fruit for our good health

from Mother Earth's abundant wealth.

We All Bloom In Sweet Time

On a frosty morning

in this valley garden

few do see
this rare bush filled with light.

It is Chinese Buddleja fallowiana

which buds for many months

  until we see,

 her shimmering beauty.

Today she whispered

 watch here
 for the

softest, gentle
 lights of mauve

showing
 through these silver buds

before we burst with joy

as fragrance fills the winters air

and bees arrive from everywhere.

The best is coming

and certainly worth waiting for

as nature spirits hum along 

while the days are short,

  boosting blooms to spring forth.

 Then perfume will bring

the superb fragrance of No5,
 truly, fruitful 

and naturally alive

 coming from heavenly skies.

Chinese Buddleja fallowiana

Friendly Faces

The time

 for looking back is gone.

Walk on.

 The time

 here now is full of light,

many faces looking bright,

many flowers bloom for you

and now,

 it is your time

to see

 yourself walking forward.

There are nature beings

along the way,

so you will travel softly

every day,

when you wake and say:

these feet will carry me

as far as I can see,

for there are more

garden paths to explore.

Start this moment

 and call a flower

to smile to you this hour.

Then pray to see

each living friend

bring the love and beauty 

through 

of another glorious flower

with you.

The Keeper Tree

I went for a walk
where the forest once was
and along this way today
I felt more joy than previously
as now green gum-tips
are springing from our Keeper Tree.

I see,
the first burnt little grass-tree,
now has a tall flower rising high
and, further along
small wattle seedlings
are sprouting through
with lush green maiden-hair ferns too.

Bracken ferns are spurting strong
and in my heart I sing a song,
as there were no birds to hear,
I sang my tune clear to Heaven.

Flowering Grass-tree July 17,2020 facing west

Bracken and maiden-hair ferns

January 2, 2020 same grass-tree, facing east

Witnessing

"......for love is not far behind

a grateful heart

 and a thankful mind."

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Many Good Hearts Will Meet You

This morning I talked with you
as we always do
and, you and I,
know
this day may be
the one you start with me
and will be by my side
but in this day
if the moment comes
I will gently say fare-well
as many good hearts will meet you.
They know you may be coming
and so are holding space
for you to rest in a warm place.

You are a true sweetheart
and I am my best Self
so here we are further along
and has your time come
to run a circle to play above.

And now,
all grace is with your every breath
and my heart is wide
in gratitude for all our times
constantly side by side.
We breathe together,
we breathe forever.

Little Bobby and I went to the vet for his final? visit.
 
It was 2 hours after I wrote this on June 30, 2020.

And our vet, who has been seeing him
13 times in these past 12 weeks,
through all the Covid19 social-distancing,
and car-park waiting rooms,
said Bobby is happy with you,
he wants to go home with you again.
He wants to live.
He likes to play.
You are helping him.
It is best he stays with you.
Call me whenever you notice any further changes.

So Joy, Oh Joy!
We are grateful
for Bobby's courage and resilient spirit.
He sleeps and plays again.
Blessings upon his head
and, gratitude
for his happily beating heart.

We stay in each present moment.
We hum along quietly, my little dog and me.

Today Bobby is happily having some country walks.
He is nurtured and nourished.
God knows where we go from here.

Blessings and Love to all,
Bee and Bobby xo

Please Help Me Help Him

Bobby has been on the edge too many times

and I have learned

through prayer and tears

how to lift us through those years. 

In the intense times, I cried.

I stayed up most of the night.

I sang my soul to call healing

to clear a way into daylight. 

No more drugs, I say. No Way.

They rip his body apart.

They worry him.

His big brown eyes look at me.

So two weeks ago,

when we were particularly low,

and I thought his bones and soft hair

would be all that's left in his bed,

I said,

"Help Us. Please help me help him." 

And he began to re-hydrate,

and play again in three days,

and what I know

is how the light shone through,

and how we sat
with healing essence in my palm,

and his weary head resting on my arm.

And now

for however long, he is back again.

Thank you to all our Divine helpers

Written June 22, 2020

I adopted my friend Bob, from an animal shelter,

over 6 years ago, when he was 3 years old.

He had then just been abandoned by his owner.