I believe that one's destiny is linked to the decisions that are made in the course of life. So November arrives with the smell of earth and the heart of the year, somewhat tired. Things get mixed up and one knows about the time spent every day of the months of the past year. I feel it as something similar to rest, which also brings that smell of farewell to savor the beginning. It is a month that invites us to sit down for a moment, to look at what we left behind without haste, but without pause to recognize in what we have lived a different way of being. This month of November, he even seems more human, he sits next to us, silently shares the good, less good in our audits of the elapsed time, he even helps us compare thoughts, emotions and actions and reminds us that growing is also letting go. It's a good thing that it's already November, a month to be grateful for every sunrise, recognize our past and start again, trust that everything works for good, and accept the inevitable, share with whom we love and start moving, besides the end of the year is approaching, and it's a good time to review and propose. There is a theme that I have always liked, because it helps me to keep in mind and understand the difference between a body and being spiritual, because, November reminds me that there is a point where those points intersect, But matter (my body) has more strength than spirit. *For example: 2 days ago I got the flu, I just want soup and to be able to breathe better. Why? Well, in the law of superlivity to have air (to breathe), water and food, and from there... To the spirit.* But in this barter you lose or gain a lot, what you lose is authenticity, and what you gain is to understand that from childhood you learn about survival, while you grow up and can do it by yourself. Equally, as children and adults we must submit to the laws of the clan (the family), of society and of life itself that play a decisive role in one's destiny. Today I recognize being an adult woman of the third age that I have only one task left and that is to take responsibility for what was left of that survival of my early childhood. In fact, November also reminds me that there is a last level, it is about the love that connects from the bottom up, where stillness dwells, calm. It is the love that respects the destiny of the other as it is, that walks beside me and not above. They are two paths that walk in the same direction but with different shoes and on the way respect, calm and the responsibility of loving without getting lost is installed. We continue talking slowly, without pause, November, before December arrives, accounting month of subtracting, adding, auditing and collating. Janitze.🌷