🐇 Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit — November Arrives

Good morning, lucky souls.

If you remembered to whisper “Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit” before your feet hit the floor today, congratulations — the universe owes you one smooth month. If you forgot, go ahead and say it now. I’m not sure the cosmic record-keepers mind a little tardiness; they’re probably still recovering from Halloween sugar highs.

There’s something charming about this simple superstition — that three furry words can tilt fortune in our favor. It’s a gentle reminder that luck, like gratitude, is often just attention wearing a costume. We notice, we whisper, we believe — and the world feels a little more aligned.

🍁 The Shift of Seasons

November is the month that invites us inward. The jack-o’-lanterns sag, the candy bowl is a battlefield of leftovers, and the air has that crisp “time-to-find-the-mittens” energy. Nature slows its heartbeat, and we, if we’re paying attention, might follow suit.

This is the season of soup simmering on the stove, of old sweaters that somehow survived another summer exile, of early sunsets that coax us toward reflection rather than frenzy. It’s the perfect moment to pause — before the glitter of December descends — and ask ourselves what we truly want to carry forward.

Maybe it’s courage.

Maybe it’s calm.

Maybe it’s a big white rabbit hopping ahead, clearing the path.

🍂 A Poem for the Turning

“The Rabbit Blessing”

(for those who chase luck and light)

Soft-footed luck, come find me here,

where leaves lie gold and skies turn clear.

November hums its low, slow tune,

a whispered prayer beneath the moon.

I’ll set aside what’s come and gone,

the summer’s flame, the harvest song.

I’ll breathe in chill, I’ll let out rest,

and trust that timing knows what’s best.

So hop ahead, small talisman,

with ears tuned to what’s yet to begin.

Guide gentle hearts through fading light—

three little words to bless the night.

Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit

🌙 Luck Meets Intention

Of course, luck is never just luck. It’s how we choose to move once the charm is cast. So today, light a candle, write one small intention, and tuck it somewhere visible — a mirror, a fridge, a laptop lid. Each time you see it, remember that even small rituals can keep us tethered to hope.

If the world feels heavy (and it often does), take comfort in simple magic. We are allowed to create small joys out of thin air — a mug of cocoa, a morning walk through crunchy leaves, the first fire of the season. Every act of noticing is a rebellion against numbness.

🕯️ This Month’s Gentle Challenge

Between now and Thanksgiving, try one thing: replace reaction with reflection.

Before snapping, scrolling, or sighing, pause for three breaths.

That’s your inner rabbit — your reminder that we move farther with softness than with speed.

Because November is not about racing toward the holidays. It’s about harvesting peace from the chaos we’ve already survived.

🐇 Hop Into the Month Ahead

So here’s to the first day of November — to good fortune found in the smallest rituals, to soft landings after wild months, and to remembering that superstition can be a kind of mindfulness wearing a whimsical hat.

Say it again with me: Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit.

Now go make your own luck — one quiet, intentional hop at a time.

With warmth and wonder,

Julie Bolejack, MBA

The Mindful Activist

“Because luck favors the mindful.”