Transition.
Not in one place or another; but in that movement, in between. That graciously full passage that connects the where you were to the where you are going. The space that feels both passive, yet relentless; aimless, yet intentional; idle, yet endless.
A place of growth, self-inquiry, discovery, doubt. One of uncertainty, self-recognition, realization, freedom.
A place where, sometimes, the dark feels darker than the bright, the skies feel cloudier than clear, the heaviness outweighs the light.
It is within dark spaces, you find acceptance of shadow; within cloudy skies, you find freedom to fly; within heaviness, you find permission to release that which no longer belongs to you.
Not in one place or another, but in that graciously full passage in between.
Passing through the parts of Self that have been awaiting your arrival. Finding self-forgiveness, self-acceptance, and self-love, along the way. Connecting the where you were to the where you are headed, with purpose, kindness, and grace.
Not in one place or another, but in that graciously full passage in between.
Permission to linger, freedom to fall, opportunity to meet Self, with purpose, kindness, and grace.