In the In-Between

There are moments when the body asks for less explanation and more listening. I’ve been noticing that lately — a quiet pull toward simplicity, toward letting things be felt rather than named.

This season carries a kind of threshold energy for me. Not dramatic or loud, just a steady invitation to slow the pace and let what is ready surface in its own time. Some things feel complete. Others are still forming beneath the surface, not yet meant for words.

I’m learning to trust this in-between space more. To resist the urge to clarify or resolve too quickly. There is a wisdom in allowing things to ripen without interference.

For now, I’m tending what’s close — the land, the work, the quiet moments in between — and letting that be enough.