November Musings

November, I say, is my favorite month.  Possibly June, but I think I will put the eleventh month first.  

Sure, the temperatures are officially cooler.  They have committed to winter’s side.  But there is such a calm to be surrounded in.  Someone at the grocery store commented to me recently that November is so gray.  But that doesn’t necessarily mean gloomy.  It could mean a comforting cloak.  A weighted blanket to provide stability.  I have a soft, warm, fuzzy gray blanket on my couch that is used constantly.

November is the month of calm between two holidays of craze.  It is the month of the forgotten holiday.  It allows us to revel in the everyday and keeps us living in a peaceful place.

November means nutmeg–and cinnamon, cloves, and cardamom.

No one can bother me in November.  My obligations are minimal and so I can turn my focus inwards to gather my energies for the winter months ahead–like the squirrels and chipmunks that forage relentlessly for their acorn stash.

November offers us a chance to experience life, I believe, the way it was meant to be felt.  For thirty days we can approach our moments awake with clear, cool vision.  We can revel in the comfort of a quiet place and know we have the time to create an adventure if we choose.  There is the time and space to not just say we are thankful, but to feel the gratefulness swell in our souls.  

Be in the present this month.  Enjoy it.  =