My Dappled Shadow

My dappled shadow

now slowly tracing

through all the changes,

all the new horizons

never seen or experienced,

how to know

how to go,

how to walk the path

when not racing through the sky,

she is the Lovely

dappled sunshine in my autumn life.

 

Written April 17, 2026.

I will re-post this on my 'Sharing Our Lights' blog.(See My Profile)

For 30 day-time hours, over 7 weeks, she has been my sole companion,

here in my home and garden.

I am being her interim casual foster-carer, until she is ready to be fully re-homed.

This a quiet, 'safe place', with tree-people and joyful nature spirits.

 

Yesterday, I was weeping when I wrote this little poem.

It was her 4th birthday and she was here with me for 5 hours.

I feel deeply bonded with Lovely, (my name for her)
as she is beautiful, curious, quiet and shy.

I ask the question, and we just walk-it, one step at a time.

Your Playful Spirit Shines

What I see

when I look at you

is goodness,

courage,

brilliance and joy.

Through

the sands of time,

through

the lands we have seen,

under

expansive skies or blossom trees

your song still sings silently. 

 

This is our wonderfully loyal Cobber, Golden Retriever, Border Collie Cross,

He was always absolutely fabulous, and still now always with REP, my Dad.  

  

With Reverance

"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)
 
Photo by: Pete Evans/shutterstock, taken in the wild,

July 6, 2016, Australian Geographic Magazine

 

 

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.

Bobby

 

 

Bobby, truly a sweetheart, Papillon Spaniel,

was born in November 2010 and I adopted him

from an animal shelter after he was abandoned, 

at 3 years old in February 2014.

We have a wonderful deeply connected life.

 

He died at age 13 on July 5, 2024.

Blessings, love and peace. I will always Love you

 

See my multiple posts and tributes,

at www.comeblossomcomefruit.com 

 

 

Lila

Lila is a pure Border Collie, 6 years old,

with a most intelligent, gentle and playful nature.

It is always a treat when I meet her in our street.