November is the pearl grey month ,

the changeling between warm crimson October

and cold white December ,

the month where the leaves fall in slow ,

drifting whirls and the shapes of the tree’s

are revealed , when the earth imperceptibly wakes

and stretches her bare limbs and displays

her stubborn unconquerable strength

before she settles uneasily into Winter .

November is secret and silent ..

~Alison Uttley

indeed, I need to revel in something steady…

inquiry for today~ may you notice this unwavering space….

my heart says…..

In November you crave the nights.

Wool coats. Chimney smoke. Warm mugs.

Crimson skies. Medicinal silence.

Everything rooted and soft.

Slow embodied art.

Intimacy with time.

You gather yourself

like rain on glass.

Reclaim your wisdom.

Surrender to the mystery,

the mystery, rest,

Stay close to those who truly show up.

Move toward what nourishes your heart.

Your deeper needs. Your feminine.

Your breath.

~Victoria Erikson