November arrived with a different quality of energy than the months before it. After the intensity and activation of September and October, November felt grounded, present in the body, and quieter in the mind. It was a welcome change that asked me to listen inward— especially to my somatic wisdom.
The Wisdom of the Body
Much of November was devoted to body care — both Eastern and Western. In October, during session 2 of my Integral Coaching PCC, I injured my back quite severely. It was humbling to say the least. An MRI revealed long-term wear and degenerative disc disease in my lower spine. After weeks of physical therapy without much progress, I received a lumbar epidural steroid injection. The days following were uncomfortable, frustrating, and required real slowness. I called trusted healers and friends for somatic healing and energy clearing. Extra support was needed in those days.
I know, with every part of me, that what is unfolding in my back and hip is connected to what I’ve been integrating over the past year. I don’t yet have language for all of it, but I trust the knowing. It feels like my body is catching up—integrating and healing what my soul has already tended.
Moments That Matter Most
November also held moments of motherhood, family, and advocacy. Mark and I have been actively working to ensure Preston’s needs are met at school, particularly in physical education and with sensory regulation. The care, flexibility, and compassion his school has shown have left me overwhelmingly grateful. We are truly thankful for the education and support that Preston receives at school.
There were also sweet moments of simplicity and ordinary ways of being: Thanksgiving with family was lovely, time with Mark’s great-aunt (whose presence felt especially precious), and sweet stretches of one-on-one time with Preston while Mark traveled. We colored, cooked, watched archeological documentaries, and laughed late into the night. These are the moments that matter most.
Unexpected Growth Edges
My Integral Coaching PCC project unfolded in a way I didn’t expect. I struggled at first — misunderstood a methodology, had to resubmit my project, and felt certain I had failed. And yet, something else completely arrived.
With my resubmission, I experienced something unexpected and beautiful. In a moment of surrender and during a long night of writing, I felt as though time collapsed. I wasn’t “thinking” my way through the assignment/assessment; instead, it became a flow of content — a channel that appeared from somewhere else. In retrospect, what I had judged as a failure was a beautiful growth edge and a learning moment.
Meeting this growth edge felt like a new way of working and being — less heady, more embodied, more guided.
Trusting the Slower Pace
Much of the resistance and frustration I felt this month arose from the slower pace of life that was being asked of me. I’m still learning to trust that I will be resourced and supported as my path evolves. Asking for help — truly asking, and naming it aloud — became part of my learning and daily practice.
Mark has been a steady, grounding presence, holding so much for our family with quiet grace. I’m learning that self-care now looks like less doing and more being, rest, and honoring when my body says no.
Quiet Transformation
Along the side of our home, we planted a milkweed garden earlier this year — a quiet offering to the land, to the seasons, and to the unseen rhythms of life. By November, it had become something else entirely. Along our fence line, more than twenty monarch chrysalises formed, each one a small miracle suspended in time.
Each morning, I would pause and take them in — tiny thresholds of becoming. A reminder that transformation doesn’t always announce itself loudly. Sometimes it happens quietly, invisibly, beneath the surface. The milkweed, the monarchs, the waiting — all of it mirrored what I’ve been living and integrating. Change in progress. Trust required. Beauty unfolding on its own timeline.
To Be Magnetic
November also brought me to Austin for the How To Manifest book tour with Lacy Philips and Jessica Gill. I’ve been a believer in and practitioner of Lacy’s work, ToBeMagnetic, for many years, and being in that room felt like the full-circle moment I didn’t know I needed.
As I listened, I found myself remembering the version of me who first discovered her work back in 2018 — a woman seeking a different way of being . Sitting there in 2025, it was impossible not to feel the contrast. The Bonnie of then and the Bonnie of now are wildly different. Lacy’s work has supported me through many seasons of growth, healing, and transformation.
And, in the most kismet way, the signed copy of How to Manifest I received carried a message that stopped me in my tracks: When you choose self-worth, the Universe rearranges instantly.
When you choose self-worth, the Universe rearranges instantly.
Lacy Philips
It felt less like a message and more like a confirmation of what this entire year, and especially this month, has been teaching me — when we choose ourselves, when we listen to our body, when we honor our self-worth, life responds in ways greater than we can imagine.
Integration and Completion
As I wrote my monthly reflections, I realized just how much I’ve been integrating throughout this entire year. I feel more connected to my Guides, more attuned to my body, and more surrendered to the integration process — both soul and somatic. The November Full Moon marked a sense of closure, completing a chapter that had reached its natural end. Trauma long held in my sacral chakra has dissolved. My heart feels open in ways I didn’t know were possible.
Through my reflections, I can feel that my purpose is evolving — into a deeper one. And still, at the core, the call remains the same:
To understand, honor, and bridge ancient wisdom into modern times.
To recognize the sacred in all things, to move through life with reverence, and to be in service and embodiment of the Divine Feminine.
What I’m Carrying Forward
November reminded me that embodiment is not passive. It is active listening — soul and somatic. Courageous slowing down. Sacred surrender.
I’m learning to trust and laugh at life — the cosmic joke of it all. To live life as a ritual. To let compassion and trust lead — especially when the path isn’t clear yet.
And perhaps most importantly, I’m remembering this:
The body is not in the way.
The body is the way.
To those walking this path with me, thank you. May we continue to hold hands across dimensions, through seasons, and into the New Earth we are co-creating.
With cosmic love,
Bonnie