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The moon is full.
The beavers retreat to their lodges.
I gather my truths like twigs—
building shelter for the winter within.
Sat Nov 8, 2025
This is the season of preparation, of emotional preservation.
The Beaver Moon rises in Taurus, whispering:
What do you need to feel safe?
What must be released to make room for rest?
I am not one. I am the many I’ve met within.The Beaver Moon rises in Taurus, full and grounding. It is the moon of shelter-building, of emotional preparation, of gathering what we need before the freeze. The beavers retreat to their lodges, and I retreat to mine—the inner one, woven from memory, metaphor, and the truths I’ve gathered like twigs. This moon asks:
Tonight, they gather in the lodge.
The child, the shadow, the flame.I offer this reflection as a shelter. You may enter, or you may pass. You may linger in the warmth, or gather your own twigs and build elsewhere. All is welcome.
The witness, the storm.
This space holds them all.
Welcome to the remembering.
What are you gathering for your wintering?
What truths have surfaced in this light?
You’re welcome to reflect, respond, or simply rest here.

SomaHeartMind
Who stands before you today? I am the water, the sand, the moon, and the sun.