Digging into November

I think I'm settling into a rhythm that I've longed to shift towards now that the cross country move is over. At a certain point in life one needs to change the course to express oneself differently writes Jhumpa Lahiri in her book Other Words. I've done this a few times — very daunting but worth the effort. It takes a few mornings of self talk, God talk and and longer think usual time — mostly digging out of the groove that has been part of my journey for many seasons - much about doing - not enough being. While taking back my mornings during October, I was also keenly aware there would be a need to prepare for the dark days of November. Ugh. I remember sharing how sombre this time of year can be with poet Malcom Guite and he immediately read his poem Because We Hunkered Down while I sat in his Regent office. If you haven't read it, Malcom's very generous with his work and you'll find it online.

It's a good reminder of the value of our earth's cycles.

Today is November 1st. As I scanned through a string of emails this morning light flakes (very faint light flakes) were falling. It didn't stop me from a morning walk along the barren beach (heh I'm not living in Vancouver now); into a local deli for duck confit soup and over to Lucy Foran's Library for more inspiration. Small city living can simply life and as Buffy Sainte-Marie said in an interview 'sometimes you have to leave a space in your life for life to happen.'

I'll sign off with this barren beach photo....imagine what could spring forth as you and I dig into November.