November is like the middle child, caught between the October’s extroverted color displays and December’s tingly lightness. November in New England is the unspectacular sibling, dragging its endless weight of leaves and grey skies around.
Okay, it has Thanksgiving, but besides that, the month has nothing special or glamorous to show for it.
Until it rains.
Add a cleansing shower to a drab landscape of exposed, gnarly branches, and November’s muted starkness becomes alive in a mystical and breathtaking play of light and contrasts.
Its quiet, intense beauty revealed.
It occurred to me that most of us (cluttered) humans are a lot like November: All it takes is a cleansing ritual of self-care and self-love to reveal the inner spaciousness and radiant beauty that’s been inside us all along.
Thank you for this message! I don’t like to think of myself as having that Seasonal Affect Disorder (SAD), but many contributing factors can make one feel glum in November. There are times when I view myself the way I view November, so I am happy to have this thought for the month. I am in that quiet “in-between” time in my life – which is not necessarily a bad thing aferall. It’s just a matter of how you re-frame it.