<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[this is nove]]></title><description><![CDATA[Nove is a quiet space for women in transition—supporting change through reflection, practical tools, and lived experience]]></description><link>https://www.thisisnove.com/secretchapters</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Sun, 14 Jun 2026 08:01:31 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.thisisnove.com/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[What She Built From the Ashes]]></title><description><![CDATA[The ruin was not the ending. It was the beginning. A reflection on rebuilding after emotional collapse, choosing truth over performance, and creating a life that finally feels honest enough to call home.]]></description><link>https://www.thisisnove.com/post/what-she-built-from-the-ashes</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a093ce1ea733de5ffb80a3d</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Jun 2026 07:00:00 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/7a3f77_0bc1f8487ee1487bbb7b1df22e47a2dd~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Tamar Burch</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Her Expansion Was Inevitable]]></title><description><![CDATA[They praised her smallness until she realized shrinking was never the same thing as peace. A reflection on expansion, embodiment, and the quiet power of a woman finally allowing herself to take up space fully.]]></description><link>https://www.thisisnove.com/post/her-expansion-was-inevitable</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a0938d20b9e4f37fd291d48</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Jun 2026 07:00:00 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/7a3f77_f568e357df1042dd9982abe322cf44fc~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Tamar Burch</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Beauty of What Remains]]></title><description><![CDATA[There is a beauty that arrives after the unraveling. Not polished. Not performative. Just honest. A reflection on healing, identity, solitude, and the quiet grace that remains when a woman finally stops pretending.]]></description><link>https://www.thisisnove.com/post/the-beauty-of-what-remains</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a0936690b9e4f37fd2918db</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Jun 2026 07:00:00 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/11062b_5b6df4df2bac43938838d052d0fbdfa3~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Tamar Burch</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[What Could Not Come With Her]]></title><description><![CDATA[Not everything survives becoming. Some relationships, identities, and dreams were built around versions of her that no longer exist. A reflection on grief, transformation, and the quiet losses that arrive when a woman finally chooses her own voice.]]></description><link>https://www.thisisnove.com/post/what-could-not-come-with-her</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a0932d3df43effc8ce10a80</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Jun 2026 07:00:00 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/74bf784c6b9a40839e119c87520b7196.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Tamar Burch</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Fire Beneath Her Silence]]></title><description><![CDATA[They taught her to suppress it. To soften it. To smile through it. But her anger was never the problem — it was the signal. A reflection on feminine rage, emotional suppression, boundaries, and the sacred fire women carry beneath their silence.]]></description><link>https://www.thisisnove.com/post/the-fire-beneath-her-silence</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a0930760b9e4f37fd290d2c</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 May 2026 07:00:00 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/1df08f470b5d61b80cf12921470d8f82.jpg/v1/fit/w_600,h_792,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Tamar Burch</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Weight Before the Words]]></title><description><![CDATA[A woman sits quietly in a café holding a cup of coffee while looking out the window, reflecting in silence during an emotionally heavy moment.]]></description><link>https://www.thisisnove.com/post/the-weight-before-the-words</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a092b3bdf43effc8ce0fa78</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 May 2026 07:00:00 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/11062b_40da4d567cd24c1eaef06ba0453bf396~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Tamar Burch</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[She Comes Back Different]]></title><description><![CDATA[They don’t talk about the after. After the burning. After the truth. After she finally chooses herself. Transformation is dramatic in theory.  In reality, it is quiet and inconvenient. She doesn’t come back to applause. She comes back to distance. To questions. To rooms that feel smaller than they did before. She thought the hardest part would be choosing herself. It wasn’t. The hardest part is returning changed to a world that preferred her unchanged. Conversations shift. Silences stretch....]]></description><link>https://www.thisisnove.com/post/she-comes-back-different</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69a3b43c177696dbd354cb48</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Mar 2026 14:00:10 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/7a3f77_4b4f876ca8f84690b1dbeeb91884fdb8~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Tamar Burch</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[A Lie of a "Good" Woman]]></title><description><![CDATA[The good woman is tired. Of smiling through the ache. Of performing peace. Of holding her tongue in rooms that silence her. She learned the rules early. Be agreeable. Be accommodating. Be easy to love. Good women do not disrupt. Good women do not demand. Good women do not make others uncomfortable. So she swallowed. Opinions. Boundaries. The heat rising in her chest when something wasn’t right. Until the swallow became a burn. This is the fire that starts with rage — the clean kind. The...]]></description><link>https://www.thisisnove.com/post/the-lie-of-the-good-woman</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69a3b04a9d34acb7c437d402</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Mar 2026 14:00:16 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/7a3f77_fa957bd114404b2b82848ffbfa0aac53~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Tamar Burch</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Burn Is Not the End]]></title><description><![CDATA[Let them say you are burning. Let them flinch at the light. They will call it destruction. You will know it as clarity. The fire is not an ending. It is the moment she stops holding it in. Stops shrinking to be safe. Stops softening what was always meant to blaze. There is a point in every becoming where containment is no longer possible. The version of her that tolerated, minimized, negotiated herself into smaller spaces — that version reaches its limit. The burn begins there. Not as chaos....]]></description><link>https://www.thisisnove.com/post/the-burn-is-not-the-end</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69a3aab39d34acb7c437cbff</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Mar 2026 14:00:23 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/7a3f77_740df633b8924a4392d7a234aafa8b66~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Tamar Burch</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[She Is Not Lost, She Is Between]]></title><description><![CDATA[They’ll say she disappeared. She got quiet. Pulled back. Changed. But she is not lost. She is between. Between who the world asked her to be and the woman her bones have always known. The in-between does not look glamorous. It looks like silence. Like unanswered messages. Like her no longer explaining herself. It looks like less performance and more presence. For years she adapted. She learned how to be agreeable, capable, needed. She became fluent in holding everything together. She wore...]]></description><link>https://www.thisisnove.com/post/she-is-not-lost-she-is-between</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69a3a35c177696dbd354b3ea</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Mar 2026 14:00:24 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/7a3f77_960ed338ce9b41e8818b550a87e1ecf1~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Tamar Burch</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[This Story Was a Body First]]></title><description><![CDATA[Before it was a sentence, it was a spine. Before it was dialogue, it was a jaw clenched shut. Nove didn’t arrive as an idea. It arrived as tension in my shoulders. As a low hum in my chest. As a truth that lived somewhere deeper than thought. Some stories do not begin in the mind. They begin in the body. In the way you brace without realizing. In the way you hold your breath in certain rooms. In the ache that appears before language does. Before I could explain what I was carrying, I could...]]></description><link>https://www.thisisnove.com/post/this-story-was-a-body-first</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6986c9d505b3d2430c4a3253</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Feb 2026 14:01:36 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/7a3f77_18a24f7c5943467597c8b16dab72acdb~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Tamar Burch</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Why Stillness Is Not Emptiness]]></title><description><![CDATA[Stillness gets mistaken for nothingness. But stillness is not empty. Stillness is a language. A threshold. A decision to feel. In a world that pushes us to explain, perform, and produce — Nove pauses. She listens. Because stillness is not the absence of life. It is often where life returns. We are taught to fear quiet. To fill the space. To stay moving. To keep proving we are okay. But stillness asks something different. It asks you to stop long enough to notice what has been waiting...]]></description><link>https://www.thisisnove.com/post/why-stillness-is-not-emptiness</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6986c5df503f1afd37f2b58f</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Feb 2026 14:00:35 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/11062b_a94581f22fb642c4b765ca53f385ff9d~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Tamar Burch</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Way Memory Hides in Scent]]></title><description><![CDATA[Scent is a time machine. A key to a door you didn’t know was locked. One breath, and suddenly: you’re seven. Or seventeen. Or standing in the hallway again, hearing something you won’t remember with your mind — but will never forget in your body. Smell does not ask permission. It moves past logic. Past story. Past explanation. It goes straight to the place where memory lives without words. Some scents arrive softly — like comfort. Warm laundry. Rain on dry ground. A candle that feels like a...]]></description><link>https://www.thisisnove.com/post/the-way-memory-hides-in-scent</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6986c238503f1afd37f2aef4</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Feb 2026 14:00:17 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/11062b_98b1f81ca8544f118060cea9d4fe23f5~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Tamar Burch</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Grief with No Name]]></title><description><![CDATA[Some grief doesn’t arrive with an ending.  It doesn’t come from what was taken — but from what was never offered. What was never safe to want. What was never met with tenderness. What was never allowed to be spoken aloud. This is the grief without ceremony. The kind that doesn’t have a clear story. The kind that doesn’t receive flowers because no one knows it exists. It lives under the surface. A low hum beneath your days. A shadow you carry without ever quite naming. Sometimes it looks like...]]></description><link>https://www.thisisnove.com/post/grief-with-no-name</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6986be07966638726860717a</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Feb 2026 14:00:20 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/11062b_44ca5c04a38e4a81a25b9b2b9370a28a~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Tamar Burch</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Room that Holds Her]]></title><description><![CDATA[There’s a room in Nove that doesn’t announce itself.   It isn’t loud with details. It doesn’t ask to be understood. But it holds her. Not the version of her that performs. Not the one that explains. The one that went quiet in order to survive. The one that needed somewhere to fall apart without being watched. Some rooms are not places. They are memory made physical. A feeling that returns before language does. The cold of the floor. The pause before breath. The way absence can have shape....]]></description><link>https://www.thisisnove.com/post/room-that-holds-her</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6986b8357004b37905534cf7</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Feb 2026 02:53:09 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/7a3f77_666741783e9c4407bb6c3d81bacd210b~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Tamar Burch</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[When the Body Becomes the Story]]></title><description><![CDATA[Some stories aren’t written from the mind, but from sensation. This post explores what happens when the body becomes the place where healing and language begin.]]></description><link>https://www.thisisnove.com/post/when-the-body-becomes-the-story</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6973fe7bbefaa10021924b05</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Jan 2026 23:09:03 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/7a3f77_ec320bbe2b1b45c8bcc54d8ed78d9cd5~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Tamar Burch</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[I Didn't Want to Write This Book]]></title><description><![CDATA[I resisted writing Nove — not because the story wasn’t there, but because it was too close. This post is about the quiet persistence of a story that keeps returning, and the deeper yes underneath the fear.

That’s strong, clear, and aligned.]]></description><link>https://www.thisisnove.com/post/i-didn-t-want-to-write-this-book</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6973f98baffc20191ac58499</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Jan 2026 23:00:56 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/nsplsh_47b9bf44c9524206a5189ab8a73708f3~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Tamar Burch</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Sensory Self: A Language Without Words]]></title><description><![CDATA[The sensory self speaks before words ever arrive. This post is an invitation to listen to the body’s quiet language — the place where memory, breath, and healing begin.]]></description><link>https://www.thisisnove.com/post/the-sensory-self-a-language-without-words</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6973f6a8befaa10021923798</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Jan 2026 22:37:04 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/11062b_9d052ff2528c4ab28ee88eff8d7752c8~mv2_d_5000_3535_s_4_2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Tamar Burch</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Meet Nove: The Story Beneath Your Skin]]></title><description><![CDATA[Nove begins before language — in sensation, in stillness, in the quiet moment when something inside you starts to return. This is the threshold.]]></description><link>https://www.thisisnove.com/post/meet-nove-the-story-beneath-your-skin</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6972e7b7affc20191ac2d47c</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Jan 2026 04:36:47 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/7a3f77_bad11b05ea4d4a0fadc12f8b3ef17ce9~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Tamar Burch</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>