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Yule Blessings 2022

I lie within fields barren

Crimson flower gone to seed

Earth caressed by Winter lips

Upon which my cheek doth rest

I lie within fields barren

New life lulled in womb

Divine, this song emergent

Await Springs commencing breath

I lie within fields barren

Remembrance of which has been

In honor of this sacred cycle

Till genesis springs forth afresh.

~Sharon Brodbeck ’09

Into The Mystic

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I awoke recently in very early morn hours to the question arising within me of, “How do you want to be Known?”. I noted it within my bedside notebook and fell back to sleep.

Upon returning to sleep I was met by a lone, large Bee that was of a size similar to my hand. It’s body was vibrant in color and it radiated wellness. As I observed the Bee it settled upon a pristine white wooden planked floor.

I leaned over the Bee for a better look and noted a missing plank that allowed my view of a lone crab resting upon a dirt subfloor. The crab was alive and well but unmoving, as if unsure as to where to scuttle or awaiting direction possibly from the Bee.

I was calm and attentive to the Bee yet felt a need to contain it in some manner. I thought I might carry it outdoors to it’s natural habitat, for it’s own sake, as a measure to prevent it coming to harm by others whom might fear it.

I found myself to be holding a large glass jar and I attempted to “scoop” it around the Bee but try as I might the Bee repeatedly proved to be too large for the jar and would not be contained. I was puzzled by this as the Jar to Bee ratio made sense until I tried to actually capture it within the space.

Then I awoke, noted this message, and went about life; the question, “How do you want to be Known?” arisen previous the dream has remained prominent and echoes within me repeatedly since.

It is from this experience that I offer my thoughts upon this year’s Capricorn Solstice and the perfection of the Capricorn New Moon soon after.

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“Do you remember when I told you about the pipe bombs in my driveway or the time my neighbor called 911 because there was a horrific boom and it seemed the whole house shook and insects were scurrying from the drains and she was certain my propane tanks had exploded? Remember that?”

~oh yeah; I do

“Yes! So the fire department came when she called and then they roped off the block and there was this really weird gas hovering thick over the ground and spiraling all about my property. And the really weird thing was no one knew why and as far as I know, after men in uniforms and hazmat suits left, it was just forgotten. Never heard anymore. Just like after they came and detonated the bombs. That was just it”

~yeah. so why now? what’s this about?

“I think partly this is why I’m hurting so much now; physically. It’s all crunchy-like and stagnant, these things that I do not share, because it just seems like my life is full of these really weird little jagged, seemingly unrelated events and when you just share those “random” pieces with people that have no patience or aptitude  for the unfolding of something larger, you just don’t come off well”

~seriously?? you still give a shit what people think?

“Yes and no. I no longer require approval for who I am or how I am doing my Am-ness. But yeah, I give a shit in as much as I don’t enjoy being the target for people’s nasty when they can’t get a grip on it.”

~nobody does. but you gotta’ just forget about that and do what you’ve gotta do.

“Yeah, you’re right. I’ve spent too much time not being dishonest but also not being fully forthcoming when opportunity presents. Last time I went full-in was back in 2007, remember? I told you how badly that went.”

~yeah. that wasn’t your fault though.

“It felt like my fault. I thought they were more openminded then they actually were. I heard through the rumor-mill that I couldn’t be trusted because I didn’t share enough about myself. So, I tried but it just freaked them out. The Christians tried to cast the devil out of me and the Pagans just thought my glowing healing hands were..I don’t know actually, but they turned on me” 

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When I awaken and go

I shall carry you with me

much as once you carried me forth

to Here

as I remained within my slumbers.

When I awaken and go

I shall seal

our Fare-Thee-Wells

upon this Haven

once permissive

of our unified

Rests and Risings

however fleeting

I recall them to be.

When I awaken and go

I shall carry you with me

course set in tandem

with ascendant Sun

wasting naught of my Freedom gained

a much desired treasure

worthy of savor.

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I have risen late.

I place intention to the course of my walk, traversing avenues when necessitated, ensurance of continual communion with crisp autumnal Light.

The eschewing of spaces yet grayed by lingering shadows, merely an action obedient to preference of mood this morn, not a path dictated by a misbegotten fear of subliminal places.

Recent formations of leaf communities joyously solicit invitation of sojourn aside their now grand cohesions of once-solitary, myriad hued members.

Occasional stirrings of wind no longer threaten individual dispersion; a boon of communal existence and necessity for many when Winters Gales arrive.

Yet on this late morning outing I find it is not these vibrant communities that dialogue so intimately with my Heart but it is the occasional Lone Leaf, found pressed limply to concrete walkway by residual moisture of the weeping of the Night prior, that receives my more soulful considerations.

I adjust my gait accordingly on the walkway, with respect for their current condition, maneuvering gently around these random soloists whilst musing as to why they present as such even now with other choice of Be-ing promised nearby should they but accept transport upon prevailing winds.

I observe that indeed the New Day sun has liberated much Else of the previous Nights tears yet these Lone Leaf’s remain saturated and still, and I remain uncertain as to if it is by inability, or unwillingness, to change their solemn condition that they remain as such.

Whispering to them with my Heart I ask of them if they be yet-stilled by indecisions, or are they not yet ready to be liberated of the tears of former Night doings; is it these matters that are cause of current condition?  

Alas, my inquiry results in mere silence, so I Heart Whisper once again a reassurance meant to be a balm against lonesomeness and further despair that:

I, as well as others upon our shared pathway, shall endeavor in our comings and goings to keep the pathway clear during all Winter Gales.

Through our Movements we shall stir the Airs when needed to assist in the drying of tears while alighting favorable Winds to lift all Lone Leaf’s toward their personal Choice of New Be-ing while honoring their sovereign rights to choose environments, solitary or communal, that is perfectly right for them.

I aim my strides now towards home; satisfied with my own choice.

© S. Brodbeck 11.08.22

Into the Mystic

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How do I bring myself Forth from this loneliness?

For the last of your Days

were surely the first of my Nights

yet still my Heart indwells possibility

that Providence shall grant us Union

with the Bestowing upon us

of a Reality fully formed

within the delicate sliver of Space

between rigid absolutes

that ‘ere now has confined us

to only mirrored Experience

of that which has been

the Other’s unmet World.

~ S. Brodbeck ©10.31.2022

Into The Mystic

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I smothered it;

I smothered it ‘ere full breath could be undertaken,

Re-animating a once lovely yet still-past, dead Thing.

Though saddened I was by the doing of it;

I have no regret of the act,

and decision for it, in itself.

The returning of the Thing to Rest,

‘ere accountability be demanded of me for its very Existence,

was the proper course to be undertaken .

One day future when glimpsing past,

it shall be known that the ending of the Thing

was the beginning of the Liberation

for Us each.

I wish it to be understood;

that my relinquishment unto Death,

of the very Thing that I desired so,

is offering of testament to a growth

bearing fully this humble recognition

that should the beloved Thing Become

once more Arisen

finding itself Reborn unto a new Day

it’s Promise to resurrected Life was gifted by a Power

far exceeding of mine alone.

Sharon Brodbeck 10.21.2022

Into the Mystic

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He denies me Beauty

Despising me for my Love of It

yet but a twisted whimper of wrath

is his claim upon a fame.

Should thou peer keenly

upon the wrinkle set over brow

what once was mistook

for mark of great thought

shall prove to be naught

but crevasse of envy

pressed ever more deeply

‘neath beguiled weight

of self-doubts.

Why then should I

invite upon mine own mind

the burdens of thee

whom would seek to shackle me

within fortress walls

bereft of Life?

For is it not true

that your denial of a Thing

can no more cease the existence

of that Thing

than it can prevent

my Love upon It?

I will not fret you further

in these matters and Ways

yet will choose to full Heartedly Embrace

all of my Greatest and Truest Loves

wasting not yet another moment

indeed many sunrises of moments

in a denial of That which is found

pleasurable unto Mine Very Soul

so that you might find a small

indeed dismally small comfort

through your banal denials

of Beauty and Love

so that one’s self

finds preservation within

a misery of righteous Wrongs.

© Sharon Brodbeck  10.15.2022

Into The Mystic

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Word Up on me Not with lingual love

Forget me Please if this is all that you offer;

to sleazy Seize that which you desire

yet noncommittal Be Thee still to the fires;

that Truest Love brings to aLight

attempt Ye’ Not to break it down for me

how you suffered by others and trusted not

for I am not they whom minced words and actions

truths loosed from my heart shared freely from honest tongue

an unmeasurable many times

to be met only by your backward facing ears

unable to meet me present;

for Past wrongs bethought of from others

held you closely and stroked One’s fragile ego

lest accountability take hold and require greater effort

to seize upon a new day

and enter Genuine relation with another

such as I

where one’s each and every action

is an Expression of Love

and not merely a pumped up word

dialogued strategically with guile

merely meant to excuse one of misaligned deeds;

and non-deeds; indeed!

Woe unto He that plays his hand as such

for lonely be the days and nights

that hence forth come from such self serving pantomimes

So again I say with kindness;

though you might doubt that to be true

Word Up on Me Not! and properly

Forget Me True!

for undoubtedly the best course Be

to walk separately our Rested Lives through.

Sharon Brodbeck 09.01.21

Into The Mystic

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Once tiny girls

With Loving, searching Hearts

Misunderstood

Our Hearts fell apart

Gifting a small piece

To each we did meet

Hoping it to be enough

Our wells now hidden deep

As time went by

We put aside our dreams

Our little girls surviving

By any and all means

Little girls long tucked away

Women, we’ve now become

Our hearts broken, scattered far and wide

Belonging to no One

“Women, summon your little girl

the time has come you see,

to gather the many pieces

make your Heart one for Thee”

With Hearts brought Whole

Shine Your Love

Release the pain harbored within

Allow your Heart

To tone it’s tune

Weave your Dreams

Once Again

Sharon Brodbeck ‘2005

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