This piece lives in the pause between wanting and having, between the flirt and the first kiss, where nothing needs to be forced, and everything is allowed to arrive in its own time.
I talk about The Holding as a form of devotion. Stillness as strategy. Presence as the posture that lets creation organize itself.
If you’ve been feeling suspended, close to something, or quietly rearranged by the wait, this one is for listening slowly.
