Hello Again Little One

 

I love frogs.

Always have and always will

be thrilled to meet them again.

 

I saved this little Blondie, 

which was, all bound-up in fluff and dust,

And I must say how calm and still he was,

as I just quietly said,

I have time to save you little one.

 

The tiny fingers and toes, slowly showed,

and to help me more, 

I stayed in the rain,

and kept my hands in the bird bath water.

 

I helped you move a little, 

so then we dipped-in a second dish

underneath tall lilies.

I knew then, 

that you were an all-in-one-living frog,

and joyfully free to leap into the garden.

 

Then that wet night you came again

to see the Sweet Williams and me!

 

 

The Candlelight Of Dawn

This morning I wish I could sit with you,

quietly beside you,

to hold the space and help you through.

 

And possibly, it comes to me

that humming lullabies will soothe your eyes,

will lift you into your angels arms

where peace will always be

in this candlelight of dawn.

 

Farewell my dear old friend. 

Peace, love and many blessings

Photo: Lambley Nursery, Ascot, Victoria 

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)