This time of year often feels like walking a narrow, leaf-strewn bridge between the warmth of Thanksgiving and the bright, jangling chaos of December. Many people leap into the holly-jolly part long before the calendar catches up, but November has always carried a different kind of weight for me. It feels quieter. It feels more sacred, like a month that asks us to slow down and take stock of what we are carrying.
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I’ve often heard it said that the pause in a conversation can hold more meaning than the words themselves. I never truly understood that until the quiet moments I shared with my mom during her final years. We’d sit out back in her yard, the hum of birds and breeze around us, exchanging gentle conversation. Then, just as naturally, our words would drift away into silence.
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I move toward the deeper side, where there are lanes marked for lap-swimming. I’m not the world’s greatest athlete, but I learned to swim before I could walk, and while I’ll happily frolic when there are beach balls around, or body surf in the ocean, swimming laps is something that is as much exercise as meditation for me.
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