The Time of Beings BEing

I’ve been reflecting a lot in November on time, timing and cycles. The idea that everything has a time and season. That we are ever on a journey of becoming. That balance is always a dance of motion.

The time of November closes. What are you taking with you into December?

As the season shifts and we enter the winter months ahead, I’ve been thinking about all of the compartments and silos in my life. My desire to share across borders, communities or groups. How I want to take all of the threads of meaning I’ve been gathering and start holding up the tapestry to share with the world while it’s still in the process of being weaved together. There’s a feeling of grief almost that it’s not yet ready to be shared. So I’m doing something different, I’m sharing my messy quilt in progress even if it isn’t ready. It honours that space of sharing without attachment to the outcome.

I’ve been thinking about what my voice and actions communicate when I’m not writing my novel. As I mentioned in October, at one point in 2025 I was convinced that my novel HAD to be ready and released on November 1st. When I accepted that later in 2026 was equally as ‘right on time’ for me, perhaps even more so, ‘write on time’, I realized that this path I’m walking is one where alignment and resonance is always the priority over outcome and product. This comes back to being and doing.

I’ve shifted into a space of equanimity. A poised position that exists from standing in multiple places, identities and times at once. Bridging the polarity or differences rather than trying to merge or melt it all together. There’s a beauty in the compartmentalization that allows uniqueness to be on full display.

When I stop trying to convince anyone of anything, I realize I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be. When I let go of the attachment of trying to have the world see things through my lens or point of view or trying the latest spiritual exploration or activity I’m engaged in alongside me, I realize that BEING is the whole point and purpose.

That’s when I realize that my novel is still on path, that I’m being perfectly imperfect. As we leave behind November and the season of Scorpio, I’d like to share my vision I was working on this month. It’s a flavour of what I’m focused on and an invitation if there’s something I can share more about. Since mystery and exploration are close to my heart, I also invite you to look at it without a need to fully understand or participate. What, if anything, is communicated beneath the words and images?

Thanks for walking with me. For BEing you and witnessing me BEing me.