Tell Me One More Time

I took this photo on September 26, 2024 

as I was playing one of my favorite songs,

on endless repeat and singing,

and also had been writing an eulogy,

in retrospect, for my Dad and Mum.

And yes it was 2 days before Kris died,

in his home in Hawaii, on September 28, 2024.

He was 88 years old.

So I was bringing us altogether

one more time, like the old days.

And next day I was playing 'This Old Road",

another in that trilogy of albums,

the other being "Feeling Mortal".

The framed poster

of Kris Kristofferson with his guitar at the 2008

Live At The Olympia Theater- Dublin, Ireland,

is one of my collection, and came with the CD

'Closer To The Bone'.

It has the lyrics which are rolling on the rhyme.

So brilliant and quintessentially Kris, 

and why I repeatedly love singing with the album.

'Tell Me One More Time',

 is title of song by Kris Kristofferson.

 

I have been buying and playing his albums since 1971,

and do listen very often so I know all the lyrics.

I saw him solo live in concert in Adelaide in 2019.

Here are some words written yesterday on abc.com.au

"As with so many of Kristofferson's songs,

he whispers in your ear from some kind of warm

and transcendent philosophical place, 

offering comfort, perspective,

and the possibility of hope when all is lost.

'For The Good Times',

is a masterclass in empathy and simplicity,

being able to capture

the most complex angle on the human condition,

all with a few well-placed words.

I'll be listening to these songs forever."- Henry Wagons

 

Blessings, peace, truth, freedom and big-hearted Love,

will live on for The Pilgrim.

My heart is deeply grateful for all his creativity 

and deep soul expression.

Love Bee xo

 

Blue Light And Blue Skies

Today your Lilac

is gloriously blooming

in the sky above your small grave.

As I walk by many times,

all the gnomes are always present

while little pixie friends play.

 

I reached some flowers.

See them here for you.

Butterflies now grace our garden

as golden dandelions shine,

I see you resting in the violet leaves

of where you came to be.   

 

There is blue light with me at night

as I lie in a warm bed

listening to blackbirds singing in the dark,

calling the dawn of morning.

 

My heart is with you Bobby, and the lilacs.

This is my 700th post to Come Blossom Come Fruit.

When I started here in August 2012 Poppy, my Italian Greyhound

was with me constantly, so, in my deep grief,

many lovely verses came to me when she died

in early September 2013.

 

 

 

 

How Did The Doves Nest Just Arrive?

I breathe

I grieve.

Yesterday I think of nests,

garden birds landing beside me

as I stand among the flowers

blessing your little body in the soil,

feeling slow, as I ponder where to plant alyssum

and wonder when

I will have more able strength

to do what helps me sing and everything.

Twas from last Autumn to this current Spring,

the trees came down,

the flowering creeper went away

and I found myself 

grieving their loss and mine.

Now your love of sunshine

heartens me on this cold day

as blue skies above

brighten our little flowers with the gnomes.

Something happened overnight,

or with a magpie's flight,

as an empty very feathered nest

is resting in the violet leaves.

It is a sign that things appear

even though no tree is near,

it has joined your graveside place

and the birds are with me

as they were with you

when warm sunshine shines through.

 

(Written September 16, 2024)

 
 

'We Grow By Delays'

Decades ago he said to you:

"Finish it all, I didn't do."

and now I wonder what that was to mean

is there some understanding I am to gleam

from this peculiar dream.

 

And just before I heard that comment,

I heard him say again to you

"The doctor's advice came true"

when he said to the man

"Get a dog you understand."

These snippets of a life,

where his often perplexing misunderstandings

kept his body anguished by the confusion

of crossing intersections,

needless to know

misconceptions

of where to head or where to go.

 

Pondering the circles of indecision,

looking down at his feet

rather than the landscape vision

he could complete

and happily travel and sometime meet

new opportunities.

 

When loitering is helpful

and meandering is a pleasant path, 

wisdom shows "We grow by delays".

So we know

by going back to look again,

dreams may then flow

to let blocked emotions go.

"We grow by delays" is a quote by the author of

"The Cloud Of Unknowing" (see my previous post 

September 21, 2024)

Photo credit: Nigella, flower seeds for sale

Lambley Nursery, Ascot, Victoria, Australia

 

Finish It All I Didn't. What?

I heard him say :

in conversation to his friend 55 years ago,

in his own tone of weary resignation:

 

"Finish it all I didn't. I didn't finish it at all" 

 

And then yesterday I found a quote 

 

"As the author of 'The Cloud of Unknowing' states it

"We grow by delays",

and for this reason the later expressions

of our plans are often

more productive and meaningful

than they could possibly have been at the earlier time".

 

"It is a question of the appropriate moment."

 

Quote from Ira Progoff, in his book

'At A Journal Workshop".

Dialogue House Library, 1975

Dear Friends,

It is all so healing and inspiring

to be now working with current dreams and inner wisdom,

and to find new possibility in this Now momentum,

many long decades later. In my wisdom years!

I thought my dreams of past months were in code,

and now I see creative fulfillment blossoming.

How astounding.

All of nature has laws and codes.

 

Blessings and love,

Bee

Photo credit: Lambley Nursery Garden,

Ascot, Victoria, Australia. Autumn 2024

 

Tulips and Bluebells

Things come and things go

people come and people go

days come and days go

so now, gloriously

creative gentleness is here to see,

tulips, bluebells, seeds, flowers, bees and trees.

 

Photo credit: Lambley Nursery, Spring gardens, 2024

Ascot, Victoria, Australia
 

As All Beauty Blooms

Now just walking by I see

your blooming glory showing me

everywhere I look this day

I witness spontaneity at play

so as I go along my way

everything shines today.

 

It is that nature has her time

where buds are growing 

as elsewhere flowers fade,

or are too long in the shade

so potential fragrance wafts away.

 

Some years her flowers stay bright for days

but in present time

the wind has come suddenly,

so now we wait a year

for annual flowering to reappear.

 

Each open bloom is only brief,

in life plants grow new leaves

to welcome the coming warmth of summer

when tomorrow presents differently

our loitering becomes possibility.

Photo: Bee Porteous, Vibernum carlessi, in my garden,

September, Spring 2024