Fire by Night Newsletters
Oh November. This is my favorite month, which, for those of you already blue with cold may sound odd, especially considering the delirious bliss of April and May, but for many Novemberish things I am truly grateful. Among them:
- The fragrance of the black trunks of rainlashed trees, the last golden leaves clinging to the twigs, the scent of wet earth beneath the branches, and the peaceful treesy sigh of autumn's dazzlement drifting into long sleep.
- Also Thanksgiving, the holiday which appeals to us quiet people because the peppy ones are gearing up for Black Friday shopping and we can read our books in peace. Better yet,we might visit with the old folks after their sofa naps, our listening tuned more gently toward tenderness each year, if we are so graced.
- And I so love the way November begins, with the gravity of naming those whom we have lost: for the many ways we might become more grateful for their enduring presence in our lives; and for the opportunities to continue those relationships in ways that surprise us, even in dreams, mellowing us all over time, with compassion and gratitude.
Golden grove blessings,
If you have any dreams that offer wisdom for collective healing and wholeness, I’d be grateful to hear them. Please send to firstname.lastname@example.org. I never share dreams without permission.