Are you ready for the alchemy of November?

I just returned from the most expansive, soul-stretching retreat on the crystalline shores of Lake Atitlán — where the purification currents of late October, including the perihelion of 3I/Atlas, washed us clean and rewired us at the deepest levels.

I feel so ready for the alchemy of November.A season not of crumbling, but of becoming.Not breakdown — embodiment.

Astrologer Dea Devidas says it beautifully (paraphrased):

November isn’t another dark night of the soul or “who am I now?”It’s the moment we practice being the woman we’ve been becoming.

The month when we choose the new pattern again and again

until it becomes our home.

And this is where the body becomes our greatest ally.

Because you can understand your new self in your mind —but to be her, you must move her into existence.

You must breathe her into your cells.

You must practice her in real time, in your flesh, heartbeat, hips, breath.

This is what PranaShakti is for.

It’s not exercise — it’s rebirth practice.

It’s where the new operating system downloads into your body.

Where the old patterns melt,

and you rise, moment by moment, into the woman your soul already knows.

So if your spirit is whispering:

I don’t want to just know my evolution.

I want to embody it. 

Come move with me this week under the Super Full Moon in Taurus —a moon of slow, steady, grounded becoming.

We’ll honor intentions you planted in April + May.

We’ll release what no longer fits.

We’ll call in what’s ready to bloom.

And we’ll rebuild from the inside out. 

Wednesday, Nov 5 — 9 am CT

In-person at Balance Dance Studio | Austin

Friday, Nov 7 — 9 am CT

Online from your living room (replay available)

Reserve your spot here:https://debkern.punchpass.com

And if you’re craving deeper support in this season of sacred reconstruction, the House of Shakti is open.  I’m providing practical tools and support there every week. I’d love for you to join us here!

I’m walking this path with you.

Every breath, every tear, every dance, every rebirth.

To your reconstruction, my friend!

It’s your time.

Love,

Deb