Saying hello to the months is an experimental form, and always changing. This is the fifth time I’m trying this (in a row — whoah!), and each time I’ve done it differently.
What about this month’s hellos? What if they parallel last month’s goodbyes? That could be interesting. I’m trying it.
Hi there, November.
Hey, November. You’re here. I wasn’t expecting you but now that you’ve arrived, I’m weirdly happy to find us together again.
What I love about November.
This is a bit of an odd place to start because I’m pretty sure that I don’t normally love November.
But somehow asking this is reminding me that actually I do love some things about it:
- The smell of rain.
- Having the parks to myself because all the Fickle Fair Weather Frolickers aren’t there. Spaciousness and long walks, with everything so green against the grey. Beautiful.
- Hot baths. Warm towels.
- The Playground is extra snug and cozy, with its magical rugs and soft blankets.
- Shavasana. Hibernation mode. Feeling the movement into winter.
- I look good in ALL hats. It’s my superpower! November is totally a month of hats.
- The Great Ducking Out, which is the best thing in the entire world. It will be spectacularly great.
- Root vegetables. Roasted beets and potato.
- Everyone is brewing porter again.
- Brewing. It’s also a kind of door, right?
- Sitting on the window seat and writing…
Things I am planning to love about this November.
- ROLLER DERBY CHAMPIONSHIPS!!! YEAH!!!
- And I am going to be there in person, watching Rose City kick ass. And we’re sponsoring! Because Shiva Nata and roller derby are cousins. Sort of.
- The workshop I’m teaching in Boulder (which you can still sign up for because the studio is bigger than I’d originally understood it to be). Yay.
- The Ducking Out, of course. Which you can’t sign up for because it sold out months ago but you can come in November, 2012 if you’d like…
November things about which I feel ambivalent or conflicted ….
Stupid being cold! Stupid dark all the time! Dry skin!
I need lots of recovery time after the unbelievably amazing thing that was Crossing the Line this past week. But it’s going to have to happen in doses rather than in one piece. Not entirely sure how that will work yet.
November is also when we (me Selma the duck, and the First Mate) meet with our accountant and various other grown-ups in the business. And while our Treasure Crew is completely great, I always get nervous about how to translate stuff we do for the World Out There where they live.
Though ohmygod maybe I should go in a pirate costume. That could in fact make the whole thing significantly more awesome.
What do I know about November?
One of the things we did at Crossing the Line (haulaway) last week was discovering the things we know that we didn’t know we knew.
So what are the things that I know but don’t realize I know about November?
Or: If I had an Almanac of Me, what would it tell me about my relationship with November?
I am going to ask slightly wiser me about this.
Slightly wiser me has plenty to say about November, as it turns out:
“It is important to remember that now is not then.
“Those past painful Novembers are part of experiences from then.
“They are not held in the November-ness.
“You hold them. And you don’t have to anymore. You can keep the wisdom from those hard times without holding the pain in your space.
“Dark and cold is an opportunity to burrow.
“So go deeper into the blanket forts. Use color. Use texture. Use your quarters at the Playground. Be inspired by the Refueling Station. Follow everything that is orange.
Sorge dafuer dass es dir warm, gemuetlich und behaglich ist.
“Trust water. Trust the element of water. And be in warm water as much as you can. And drink tea!”
The qualities I want to hum in November.
Yes, hum. Havi, remember what the castle told you: humming is the aural form of shining!
Safety. Shelter. Appreciation. Replenishing.
Courage. Sovereignty. Spaciousness. Sweetness. Right timing.
Elimination. Transportation. Easy transitions.
And booty bouncing, of course.
(The monster collective would like to register their opinion that saying “replenishing” is almost as embarrassing as “nurturing”, and that I shouldn’t ever admit to wanting it, but I asked them to let us try as an experiment.)
Planting November’s gwishes.
A gwish is somewhere between a goal and a wish, and I have lots of them, but I am going to whisper-plant them in my journal instead of putting them here.
If you would like to whisper with me or whisper loving wishes for my dreams, that would be good.
Come play with me! Comments in the giant collective blanket fort.
I’m putting this all into the pot with love.
If you would like to throw things into the pot and/or think about your relationship with this November, go for it. You can do it here in the comments or silently in your heart. Or wherever and however you like, obviously.
We all have our stuff. We let other people have what’s theirs and take responsibility for what’s ours. And we do this through not giving other people advice or telling them how what to do or how to feel.
Extra wishes for a safe, healthy, delight-filled November with lots of the good kind of surprises.
Come hide in blanket forts with me! There are a few spaces left for the January Rally (Rally!), and I would love to hang out with you and find out about all the magical things that will happen when we’re at the Playground together.