This time of year often feels like walking a narrow, leaf-strewn bridge between the warmth of Thanksgiving and the bright, jangling chaos of December. Many people leap into the holly-jolly part long before the calendar catches up, but November has always carried a different kind of weight for me. It feels quieter. It feels more sacred, like a month that asks us to slow down and take stock of what we are carrying.
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The owl’s silence and attentiveness symbolize the wisdom that emerges when we take the time to tune in—whether to the world around us or to the subtle signals of our own intuition.
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November invites a turning inward. The days grow shorter, and nature begins its quiet retreat beneath the surface. I see it every morning when I walk my dog Chloe – trees are shedding, and the morning light is more subdued now. For caregivers—and for all of us navigating life’s many seasons—this time of year can stir a profound mix of emotions.
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Psychiatrist and author Mark Epstein wrote the book Going to Pieces Without Falling Apart.
The title always intrigued me. The book isn’t just for readers who have experienced trauma, grief, or the unraveling of their lives. It’s for learning how to sit with what’s broken. Epstein doesn’t pathologize pain. He honors it and names the sacredness of falling apart as a kind of spiritual practice. Something that may deepen your soul.
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In the spirit of Halloween, I came upon an article about the Appalachian Granny Witches who served in areas of East Tennessee. Not tied to Wiccan traditions, these women acted as community healers and midwives, using plant knowledge and folk magic for medical care. They could also be deeply religious, blending their faith with their
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