There is a space that doesn’t always have a name.
Not quite where you were.
Not fully where you’re going.
Just… somewhere in between.
It’s not always comfortable here.
There’s a pull to define things.
To understand what’s happening.
To figure out what comes next.
But the in-between doesn’t rush to explain itself.
It asks something different.
To stay.
I’ve found myself here more than once.
In moments where things have shifted,
but haven’t fully settled.
Where clarity is forming,
but not yet complete.
Where I can feel change…
but can’t quite articulate it.
And for a long time,
I resisted this space.
I wanted direction.
Certainty.
Something solid to stand on.
But I’m learning that this space holds its own kind of steadiness.
Not in answers,
but in awareness.
Because when you’re in the in-between,
you’re close enough to see what was—
and open enough to sense what’s becoming.
There’s something honest about that.
Nothing to prove.
Nothing to finalize.
Just a quiet witnessing of yourself… in motion.
So instead of rushing through it,
I’m learning to meet myself here.
Without needing to resolve it.
Without needing to name it too quickly.
Just noticing.
What feels different.
What no longer fits the same.
What is beginning to take shape, even if it’s still unclear.
This space may not offer answers.
But it offers something just as valuable—
presence.
And maybe that’s enough.
Can you stay with yourself here… without needing to rush what comes next?
~from the sanctuary