November

This has always been one of my favorite months.  From early on, birthdays at our family home were really special.  My Mom let us pick what we wanted for dinner.  I always chose roast beef, mashed potatoes, peas (love them) and a chocolate angel food cake.

Finances were limited then, but Mom always made sure we had a gift.  I never cared much about a
present - still don't; I did appreciate having my family together.  That, for me, was always the gift.

Birthdays in my home when my children were living there were even more special.  I celebrated the entire day with them - morning to night.  Even though my children are at a distance now, their birthdays mean the world to me.  I am grateful they have mates who continually honor their birth.

The month in which someone is born is significant.  November welcomes the letting go of the year's past activities and experiences.  As the chlorophyll decreases, our energy does as well.  We don't have to work so hard.  It is a time of reflection.  A time to go within.  A time of nothingness.  I like that.

No thing.  Nada.  Devoid.  As is.  November.