Hello November. Last One In Is A Rotten Egg

It is what I call pure November today.  The clocks have been set back now which means darkness at 4 and so much rain pouring down that I wouldn't be surprised to see an old man with a white beard building a big wooden boat somewhere.  The rain is incredible and relentless and there is already pooling and flooding in low-lying areas.  Fasten your seatbelts everyone, it's the end of the world as we know it.

November seems rather a dreaded month.  The temperatures begin to dip and already there is a sense of creeping winter in the air.  The leaves are falling and piling everywhere and everything is cold and wet and messy.  This is a miserable month, or at least a month that does not kindle joy.  We begin with All Saints' Day and All Souls Day, or in Mexico, the Day of the Dead.  Then on the eleventh comes Remembrance Day when everyone gets remorseful about the war dead and instead of thinking about peace waste their time justifying war and threatening people who wear white poppies because they are pacifists.  November is the month of death.

And the weather gets worse.  Soon snow appears on the mountains and the winds and the rain strip naked the branches.  Occasionally it can get scary cold here but this is a rare occurrence.  By month's end much of the country will be under snow but the Pacific Coast will likely be spared.

This is a time to step inside, to go within, to do house cleaning and introspection and journal writing and to pay close attention to our dreams.  November can be a month of depression and despair.  Or it can be a time of inner work, healing and growth.  The choice is ours.