THE ENERGIES OF NOVEMBER

November is for many of us the darkest month of the year: The earth is naked, the temperatures drop drastically, it wakes up with the fog, the lack of sunlight brings with him bad mood, especially for who suffering from meteoropathy; Moreover, this month is dedicated to the departed, and along with this anniversary, the old wounds resurface, along with the sense of absence and abandonment.

Behind the austerity and rigour, this month hides a particular type of beauty that we can only see if we enter communion with it if we close our eyes and strip ourselves from the roles, from the masks, from useless thoughts like the trees do with their old leaves.

 

 

THE MONTH OF NOVEMBER, ON MY PART, IS CONSIDERED THE MOST UNGRATEFUL AND SAD BUT HAS BEAUTY MAYBE MORE THAN OTHER SEASONS. EVERYTHING IN THE GARDEN TRANSMITS A VIBRATION OF IMPERMANENCE, EVERYTHING TENDS TO THE TONES OF BROWN, THE SMOKE, THE PUTRID AND DRY, THE FOG AND FROST. EVERYTHING TENDS TO THE EARTH THAT, IN THE GARDEN, FRESHLY PROCESSED, SHINES WITH ABSOLUTE SPLENDOR, OF AN ALMOST IMPERIOUS BROWN.”

November, the month dedicated to our ancestors and the deceased

November has been the month dedicated to the dead for centuries; In addition to the Christian tradition, we find traces of it in the Celtic holiday of Samhain, the Celtic New Year that marks the end of autumn and the beginning of winter and the new year, in the Los Días de Los Muertos of Mexico, which has its roots in Aztec culture and during which the veil that separates the world of the living and the dead is thinner to revive the spiritual bond between ancestors and their descendants (us).

 

 

 

 

 

Everywhere in the world, you can find traditions aimed at the deceased at this particular time of year, with a detail shared by almost everyone, that of lighting a fire, whether bonfires or candles, in commemoration of the loved ones who have left, to guide their steps towards the light. We celebrate with joy, love and gratitude the memory of those beloved people who have passed through this existence, honouring the footsteps they have left behind and the life they have given us.

November, under the sign of the Scorpion

 

 

 

The November Sun is the one born in the constellation Scorpio, a sign placed under Pluto’s rule. This sign is the most enigmatic of the zodiac, linked to the depths of the earth, mystery, darkness, introspection and the theme of death and rebirth. He talks about the symbolic descent into the infernal world, the kingdom of Hades-Pluto, the kingdom of shadow and the unconscious. There, in our darkness, in the dusty cellar that is manifested in our nightmares, what frightens us is energy in turmoil that we struggle to recognize and accept.

“THE HARDEST JOURNEY OF A HUMAN BEING IS WHAT LEADS INSIDE ITSELF AS DISCOVERY OF WHO WE TRULY ARE”

(CARL G. JUNG)

 

 

Scorpio is the archetype of transformation, of regeneration, because although nature in this period seems to die and rot, in fact, under the cap of rotting leaves, it ferments a new life that will blossom from there to a few months. The Scorpion, therefore, invites us to learn the lesson of which he is master for all the zodiac: to strip away everything, to go back to the essentials, to go deep to rediscover our core, our essence, to remember who we are, between light and shadow, between manifest power and in power.

To welcome the best this particular month, we can follow the example of nature: cut the dry branches, strip ourselves of the roles and masks that do not correspond to us, devote time to our inner world facing, even if it is uncomfortable, the outstanding matters, the badly healed wounds, our shadowy sides. This period does not serve to bask in the dark for no reason, it serves to prepare the ground for new seeding, but to do so, it is necessary to have the courage to dig deep, to understand the fundamental role of death, of emptiness, which allows a new life of sprout.

November has a heavy pace and a gloomy mood but this must not prevent us from welcoming it even lightly and that is precisely the paradox of this period: to be able to go deep into tiptoe, dance a passionate tango with our shadow, return to our origins to go forward stronger than before, spread lights on the window sill on the darkest night, do it lightly and at the same time serious. November helps us to grasp one of the most difficult lessons that there is: to allow the light to be born, it is necessary to welcome the darkness, but we welcome it warmly at least, that under the surface there is life in turmoil