I've been thinking a lot about November and it's a month I feel a bit sorry for! For some people, it is simply the waiting room for Christmas and for others, it is a month of darkness. It is true that November forces us to endure more hours of darkness. It is cold and feelings of loneliness and grief can often come to the surface at this time of year. But, perhaps we could look at November a little differently.
To deeply feel feelings is so incredibly healthy. Summer sun with all it's festivals and brightness can be distracting. Christmas madness is loud. Spring is all about growth. But what about November? The month where deep healing can start. The month where the sun is dazzlingly bright when it decides to shine. This sun might represent hope, even in dark times. November rain so often results in the most glorious rainbows. So, what I am trying to say is, November might just be that spark of hope in the year. It's easy for summer to appear bright. Autumn is so colourful, it actually looks like a painting. December is quite literally filled with lights and decorations. Spring has it's blossoms and new life. November does the tough job and still manages to give us rainbows and the brightest sun through bare branches. I admire November .
November, by Grace Foley
November is for the searchers
Who wait and look to see
The answers aren’t in the leaves
Of the tallest, strongest tree
The answers aren’t in the flowers
That burst to life in Spring
The answers are not in the heat
That Summer sun will bring
The answers lie inside the times
When we have to find the light
Between bear branches, of November trees
A glimmer of hope in sight
To deeply feel feelings is so incredibly healthy. Summer sun with all it's festivals and brightness can be distracting. Christmas madness is loud. Spring is all about growth. But what about November? The month where deep healing can start. The month where the sun is dazzlingly bright when it decides to shine. This sun might represent hope, even in dark times. November rain so often results in the most glorious rainbows. So, what I am trying to say is, November might just be that spark of hope in the year. It's easy for summer to appear bright. Autumn is so colourful, it actually looks like a painting. December is quite literally filled with lights and decorations. Spring has it's blossoms and new life. November does the tough job and still manages to give us rainbows and the brightest sun through bare branches. I admire November .
November, by Grace Foley
November is for the searchers
Who wait and look to see
The answers aren’t in the leaves
Of the tallest, strongest tree
The answers aren’t in the flowers
That burst to life in Spring
The answers are not in the heat
That Summer sun will bring
The answers lie inside the times
When we have to find the light
Between bear branches, of November trees
A glimmer of hope in sight
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