Mindful Miles

November welcomed me this morning with a profound, clean clarity. It was a crisp, sharp sensation, but one that felt deeply loving and invigorating, urging me out of the door and into the air.

Out there, I discovered, there’s a subtle, almost quiet joy to the November mile. It feels different. The sun hangs low, but it’s brilliant—it doesn’t warm the world, but it bathes it in a gentle, glowing light that seems to slow down time. I noticed the remaining leaves on the pavement. Instead of dulling into brown, the light hit them just right, and they shone like little polished jewels of amber and gold.

I zipped up my jacket, not in defiance of the cold, but in a kind of warm partnership with it. The crispness meant my lungs were working, my blood was flowing, and my mind was forced to drop its usual chatter. All the noisy, anxious thoughts simply faded away because my entire being was focused on the rhythm: step, breath, step, breath.

This is the beautiful, quiet gift of the brisk season. It cuts out the noise and gives you unbroken presence. The trees, now stripped of their canopy, reveal their perfect, intricate form—a beautiful framework reminding you of strength and structure. It’s a walk of affirmation: you are strong, you are moving, and in this pure, cold light, the world is waiting for you to see its elegant, bare beauty.

This purposeful movement is a true moment of self-love, a focused mile dedicated only to feeling alive and resilient.

What a gift this clarity is. Wishing you all the strength and beautiful focus of the season—may your next step be your clearest one yet!