November’s full Moon was called the Beaver Moon by both the colonists and the Algonquin tribes because this was the time to set beaver traps before the swamps froze, to ensure a supply of warm winter furs.
Ok, here goes:
I let go of fatty waste.
I let go of stagnant voices.
I let go of emotional traps.
I cultivate smart hibernation.
I cultivate bone-broth-for-the-soul love.
I cultivate this moment, right now.