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 

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.

Written June in 2020. This is a re-post from July, 2025

Come Blossom Come Fruit.com 

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

 

This is a re-post from Come Blossom Come Fruit

Originally, 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.

Sadly, Bobby died 4 months ago, on July 5, 2024.

I grieve deeply.

See my posts in last 11 months.

 

"Immortality" by Clare Harner 1934

Do not stand


          By my grave, and weep.
     

I am not there,
          

I do not sleep—


I am the thousand winds that blow


I am the diamond glints in snow


I am the sunlight on ripened grain,


I am the gentle, autumn rain.


As you awake with morning’s hush,


I am the swift, up-flinging rush


Of quiet birds in circling flight,


I am the day transcending night.


     Do not stand


          By my grave, and cry—


     I am not there,


          I did not die.
— Clare Harner, The Gypsy, December 1934

Above is the version published in The Gypsy of December 1934

(page 16), under the title "Immortality" 

and followed by the author's name and location:

"CLARE HARNER, Topeka, Kan."[1]: 424 

The indentation and line breaks are as given there. 

 

Photo taken: Bee Porteous, 1.09pm, August 19, 2024.

Delicate, open bell-shaped pink flowers Azelea/Rhododendron

'Abundance of Beauty' -

'A beauty that blossoms abundantly and without reserve'. 

"Flowers and Their Messages" - The Mother

 

Blessings For Bobby

 

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

(Written July 7, 2024, titled One Day Before Yesterday)

Following The Miracles

It’s the way we look at the things we see.
It’s leaving old illusions and becoming free.
It’s knowing there is no difficulty

as miracles happen with synchronicity.

Going along is like going over
going under,

going through
when you fly with faith
you are free to see miracles everywhere.
So there’s a golden handrail
as you glide over cliffs,
live each moment with angelic lifts,
so know hope floats as bluebirds sing,
whatever your heart opens to say,
there is always love in your everyday.


 

Oh Joy! Little Squirrel

If I was a squirrel on a sunny spring day

I would leap with exuberance

in my most celebratory way,

for the joy of new Spring

and the green growth on the trees, 

for the delight in the coming of the nuts that please me.

Oh Joy for this day!

Oh Joy for my joy!

Oh let us be happy

as seasons come, and they go,

they are signs of time, as Life ebbs and flows.

 

* Photo credit: Unsplash