Somehow, astonishingly, it is the time to passage between months again. I’m not sure how that happened.
I am taking a deep breath and invoking all the superpowers of easy transitions.
Okay! Exit and entry. Passaging out and passaging in.
Let’s see where we’re at.
Worst case scenario? I’ll have more information about what I don’t want.
Passaging out of October. What worked?
I took care of myself. I mean, I really truly deeply took care of myself.
This kind of came as a surprise. But it was great.
It meant that I didn’t do most of the things I’d been looking forward to in October. I didn’t do the Portland Zombie walk and I didn’t dance Zombie Thriller (though we totally practiced it at the Crossing).
I didn’t do anything related to Halloween. Except hide in the dark!
And I didn’t even go to any of the pre-season exhibition roller derby bouts, even though I normally live and breathe derby like oxygen. Didn’t watch the World Series. Didn’t go out. Didn’t do much of anything, really.
All I did was take care of myself. Yoga. Sleep. Massage. Resting in various not-sleep ways that involved reclining. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.
It was exactly what was needed.
So long, October. Things I might try differently next time?
Even MORE taking care of myself.
Especially after the rollercoaster of a traumatic summer, and knowing I was going to run an unbelievably intense eight day retreat.
Or really, I don’t know if that is true. I think I did an outrageously great job of taking care of myself.
What I would want if I got a do-over is to not second-guess these choices as much. To recognize that this is needed and vital, and not fight it or question it.
More walking outdoors and watching the colors change. Yes.
Passaging into November. Hello, November!
You feel new and exciting. I feel a thrill of anticipation, and just the teeniest bit apprehensive. But mostly intrigued. What do you know? What are we going to do together?
What qualities do I want from the experience of November-ing?
Quiet. Simplicity. Presence.
Calm. Steadiness. Sweetness.
Delight. Pleasure. Lightness and Luminosity. Excitement. Spaciousness.
The current knows what to do. Use the trade winds!
Just look up. No, really. Look up.
Remembering what is true. And what is also true.
The superpower of Nothing Is Wrong.
Things I’m working on and playing with in November.
The new calendar we’re producing.
Marvelous changes at Stompopolis.
Conducting and being a conductor.
Playing with Marisa.
Mapping out the upcoming year.
Beach days that happen indoors.
Many wonderful naps please.
Things I’m looking forward to in November.
Walking in the rain.
Watching roller derby championships quietly from far away instead of being there this year. I’ll be rooting — and yes, this feels weird, for team sparkle-butt (come on, Denver Roller Dolls! Take second place!).
Rethinking things. Reconfiguring.
All the secret flowers.
Not doing Thanksgiving. And instead of the Great Ducking Out, doing a small, quiet, personal ducking out.
I’m asking for and wishing for….
Perfect simple solutions. And not just that these exist but that they emerge and make themselves known please.
Warmth and coziness.
Time to reflect.
When it is time to do a thing, doing the thing. Without drama. With loving attentive focus. Swift and clear action that is also gentle.
Right timing. Miraculous little things that help with this.
I’m ready for…
The compass. The bell.
Being filled with appreciation. Experiencing appreciation in many different forms.
Going to the Department of Marvelous Voyages (shhhh it’s the DMV) and having that be okay.
Flowers everywhere. This is important.
I want to be here now.
Goodbye, October. Thank you for everything. Goodbye everything that is done. Thank you for being done. Mmhmm.
Hello, November. I am touching you on the cheek.
Come in, come in. Let’s cross. Over and through.
Play with me…
I mess around with entry and exit each month, going with whatever shows up.
For other versions, peek at: last July / August / September / October / November / December / January / February / March / April / May. A love letter to June. This year’s July and August and September and last month too..
Feel welcome to deposit notes for your entry into November here, if you like. Or drop off some wishes. Or leave flowers.
As always, we make this a safe space by not telling each other what to do, how to be or how to feel. We make room for each other.
Wishing you a November that is pleasurable, supportive, and full of unexpectedly good things. And love. All the love.