A Whisper In-Between

Not everything you are needs a name today. Some parts of you are still arriving— not lost, just not yet spoken. You may feel them in the quiet between one thought and the next. In the moment you almost understand, and then don’t. Stay there, just a little longer. That’s where the soft things live. The ones that don’t rush to be known. You don’t have to gather yourself all at once. You don’t have to become anything more than what is gently unfolding now. And if you feel like you’re in-between— you are not unfinished. You are listening.