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Bright Solstice Blessings, Beloved!

At the Solstice, hinge point of the year, our trajectory of dark turns to light in the Northern hemisphere.
Amidst our “return to light” is the Moon shining full on, on 22 December.
From our friends at the Power Path:
Solstice is Friday, December 21 at 3:22 PM MST
Full Moon is Saturday, December 22 at 10:48 AM MST.
In my final “moon message” (on 7 Dec), I said that was the last email to focus
as a “moon message.”
What will emerge from here forward, I do not yet know.
I did, however, promise a gift, and so I come to you in celebration of
December’s Solstice and Full Moon.
Let us honor the diversity and beauty,
all the many ways we return ourselves
to light with ceremony and tradition.
No matter what you celebrate, our honouring
this season-turn offers a chance to reflect on blessings of myriad
kinds.
It is also a spectacular time to focus on bringing yourself home
to- for- and with- yourself.
On Solstice, Friday evening, 12-21-18, I joined a group of poets in
Placitas, NM.
We read our poems by the light of a single candle.
For everyone, I have made an audio
reading of this poem,
“Whispers of Winter, Dance in Infinite,” as my
gift to you. If you wish to use this as part of your own solstice ceremony, I
invite you to do so. Light a candle, enjoy a cup of tea, and
remember to breathe!
To listen to my poem honouring this time of year, you can listen
streaming here:
http://www.audioacrobat.com/email/EwqMxJW62
To download:
Newness is emerging for me in 2019, so stay tuned. I will be back in touch
once whatever it is, is ready to make itself known. I have been allowing
the organic growth to unfold at its own pace, yet even now I feel a
quickening!
May you follow and appreciate your own organic growth process
whatever it is and wherever it leads.
Through it all, please know that I am here for you.
Please reach out, send me an email or connect here or via social media if
you have a question or would like to explore
options for getting support for the projects and creations
closest to your heart. An energetic opening of support
is buoying us up and propelling us forward in these times,
ripe for those of us walking the-spiritual-intuitive-evolutionary-path.
Now is the time.
Warmest wishes and bright blessings of love, light, and gratitude on all levels,
Bobbye

Full Moon Resources:

The Power Path
https://thepowerpath.com/moon-updates/full-moon-and-solstice-update-december-2018/

Lissa Boles and The Soul Map:
https://thesoulmap.com/soul-map-live-invitation/

Full Moon Coherence via HeartMath Institute:
Global Coherence Institute is a project of the HeartMath Institute.
They do a full moon coherence gathering that is open globally.
https://www.heartmath.org/gci/care-focus/current/

Please keep in touch with me in any of the following ways.

 

 

Bobbye Middendorf    | |   First BE. Then do.
Yin Arising — Creator * Catalyst * Inner Wisdom Guide

via email:
jasbjm(at)earthlink(dot)net
OR
BJMiddendorf(at)gmail (dot) com
http://www.writesynergies.com
“Shine your light in words with purpose.”

Qi Gong with Mother Earth (video)
via Write Synergies Circle for Yin Arising

 

 

Bobbye Middendorf, MA, award-winning writer and editor, gives voice to Yin Arising as poet, inner wisdom guide, collage artist, and sovereignty alchemist for creators and evolving souls. Connect with Bobbye where Write Synergies intersects with the perspectives of Yin Arising at:

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Your ONE Thing

ONE Thing

What is your ONE Thing…
The gift not yet given,
and its ache of hidden yearnings?
What longs to be expressed,
What you fear to reveal
for so many reasons?

What is this ONE thing,
the voicing of which makes ALL the difference?

What is the ONE thing,
the being-witnessed-for-which ignites new neural pathways
and opens up undiscovered fields in your heart?

What is your ONE thing,
that,  expressed in words, shatters the wall of glass you’ve been simmering under?
Yes, marinating under that glass for lifetimes.

What is that ONE thing,
for you, when taken into the public sphere,
shifts the cosmos on its axis?

What is the ONE thing you dare not release into the world?
Its fragility, its beauty, its preciousness living so close to your bones for so long that to expose it risks exposing everything. Everything!

What is your ONE thing
(indeed it is your greatest gift, invisible still)
hiding its brilliance where you dare not look?

For under the wound
in the most painful place
where you will never, ever go (you vowed it)
what if your ONE thing resides there?
What if you look there
only to discover your light
shining all this time —
white hot fiery cascades on a scale immeasurable
illuminating a shadowy storeroom
its door sealed by the accretions of time and metavows of protections.

This ONE thing
the awakening to,
the saying of which,
renders all else null.

The void beckons and black holes are star nurseries
Embracing darkness as womb of creation.
Your ONE thing invites you home here.

What is your ONE thing,
the knowing of which
will set you free?

copyright (C) Bobbye Middendorf
9 August 2012

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Shero’s Container

Image by Bobbye Middendorf

 

Shero’s Container

With thanks, acknowledgment, love to Jennifer Louden, her Shero’s Journey class, and my gorgeous sister-sheroes!

It is safe
finally
lifetimes later

To be seen with
Eyes of Soul

To be heard within the
echoing chambers of the Heart

Accepting you
Acknowledging you
Appreciating you
magnified
amplified

Illumined by a believing mirror
Reflecting the depths and heights
of your brilliance (truly)

Listening to bring forth
Your deep truths
And miracles

Now!

Yes!

Experience your magnificence
heretofore unimagined
contained in an embrace
of Divine Light.

 

10 July 2012

Bobbye Middendorf

 

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Summer Solstice in the Garden

In the Garden —
Summer Solstice 2012

The longest day fades imperceptibly
drop by drop
Delineated by air conditioner fans,
wild cry of kestrel, hovering midair
Unexpected voice in urban landscape
What is rare, wild, beautiful
Not like crow’s testy commentary

Getting the balance back
personal polarities attended to
nutrition for spirit
daily practices that infuse the soul.

Olmsted-the-elder’s layers of green on green
live here under our canopy
safe and leafy havens for fireflies of early summer
beginning their nightly morse code
winking messages of light into
twilight’s tribal rising

Mother Earth gathers skirts of green
plump swaths and celebrations of newly minted leaves
emerging fully into ponderous and lush maturity

MidSummer sings her solstice reflection
in wading pool
brilliant mirror for sky, elm, candle flame

I crane my neck to catch
the final glimmers of sun-soaked leaves
at the top of ailanthus-tree-of-heaven
scooping a breeze onto the page

Blessing the kingdoms of
air and mineral,
flora and fauna,
visible and invisible,
fire and water.
Polarities in name only
That pole is  just the Axis Mundi
whirling our seeming reality on a stick
spinning so fast our eyes
catch the merest glimpse
of fictional characters
hiding under hollyhock leaves

Summer’s verdant blossoming
sweet and heavy
gardenia’s flower perfumes the dusk
in currents hot and cold
across a makeshift desk in Shangri-la
Trees shed dead branches
ice melts in the tea mug
and I await the mellowed and belated darkness
Light leaching from holly and boxwoods first
then from the yellow-y green quince foliage

Dappled illumination shimmers at the bottom of the pool
Reflecting human ingenuity to light the night
And brightly colored strands bedizen a
solitary
celebratory
garden.
Shangri-la indeed.

Who are we kidding?
Celebrating the cycles of Mother Earth
rarely gets a second thought
much less holds a place in (some) human hearts

And so I close the book,
hope warring with despair
(as usual).
A fragment of the light remains
Night’s full closure not yet fully descended.

20 June 2012
Bobbye Middendorf

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Winter Solstice 2011 Poem

 

 

 

 

 

 Honoring Winter Solstice 2011

Dusk starts folding in shortly after lunch.
Sun’s Southerly arc
Creates spaciousness in early twilight sky.
A single planet arises above Eastern horizon.
Brightness blooms before darkness descends.

From under a welter of initiatives and mountains of missives
Day’s end and cavernous silence
Swiftly inserted as our salvation
Inviting imagination to play.

Ungainly illusions and expectations knock about
Loud as bumper cars on a fenced track.
Seasonality shored up by carnival barkers spitting
Holiday spirit on sale tags increasingly shrill, urgent, alarming.

Breathe the early night air and embrace
freedom in the dark thrill of silence.
Let peace descend as night laps at the edge of Earth’s carpet.
And when all is darkest night
Consider your mission is simple: to shine.
Other dots illuminate the landscape.
Holidays of Light from every tradition mingle —
Uncertain how far that goodwill extends.
And yet the common foundation for the billions of brilliances —
an underscore, an uncommon heritage of souls.

We are the ones called, called to Light, called to illuminate.
We are the ones answering the call.
We are the ones we have been waiting for.
We are the voices at hand to speak up.
We are the bowl vibrating with resonant waves of love on the wind.
We are the candle shimmering to brighten the darkest corner.
We are the book — the sacred tomes — and each soul a story,
And each story, a connection,
And each connection reverberating…

“We are the ones!”

Launching spots to multi-
Dimensions.

We are the ones.

Shine, my friends.
Shine on, blessed
Illuminati of the Divine Heart Center.

 

Bobbye Middendorf
18 December 2011
Photo courtesy Middendorf-Salovaara

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