Hello Ladies,
As the beavers build up their dams and lodges, I reseed the greenhouse lawn and turn my attention inward—to my home and my family. I always dedicate the November full moon to the Roman goddess Vesta, keeper of the hearth and home.
As the wheel of the year turns toward its darkest time, I begin to drift into sweet dreams of what’s to come when the light returns. My dreams are like the tiny grass seeds now scattered across the greenhouse floor—germinating quietly in the darkness, preparing to sprout among the established grass and make our lawn more lush for the new year.
Technically, the full moon won’t occur for another twelve hours, yet I already feel the apex of her luminous energy on this supermoon.
In deep gratitude for my home and family, I light a fragrant candle to fill the house with the soft scent of cinnamon spice, and I kindle a fire to warm the hearth as I reflect on the abundance of 2025.
This past year, we Moon Mothers gathered in the Greenhouse for so many rich ceremonies, art circles, and yoga practices. It all felt so right—like sacred alignment. I wonder what new offerings we might invite in for the coming year.
I built the Greenhouse for you, my Moon Mothers Tribe. Please share what new gatherings you’d love to see in 2026. You continue to inspire me, and I hope to keep creating inspiring circles for you.
Below is an image I created titled Sprout, along with a short prose piece about creativity.

Elusive Friends
I’ve been trying to contact my three elusive friends—
Inspiration, Motivation, and Enthusiasm.
Then one day, they appeared at my door.
Overjoyed, I invited them into my dwelling and was spellbound.
They entered my dreams with innovative visions
and woke me with productive energy.
When they are with me, I cannot be bothered with chores or small talk;
I am too immersed in creativity.
’Til we meet again, may you dream without limits,
create something beautiful,
and cherish your family—
even if they’re trying at times.
Happy Thanksgiving month.
Sincerely,

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