The Pause Between Currents

There are seasons when creation flows effortlessly ,
when ideas and images pour through me faster than I can hold them.
And then there are seasons when everything slows,
when I have to pause, look around,
and remember where I’ve been and where I’m headed.

For a long time, I mistook those pauses for failure.
I thought stillness meant the current had dried up.
But now I know , the pause is part of the current.
It’s where the waters deepen.
It’s where I integrate what the flow brought in.

Sometimes I just need to rest.
Sometimes I need to listen before I move again.
And sometimes I need to doubt ,
not as an act of resistance, but of recalibration.

Because even rivers widen and narrow.
Even the ocean takes a breath before the next wave.
And when I stop trying to force the movement,
I can feel the quiet truth beneath it all:
the flow never leaves ,
it just changes tempo.

Whisper from the In-Between

Stillness is not the absence of flow.
It’s the moment the river remembers its source.

Reflection for the Reader

When was the last time you let yourself pause
without calling it a setback?
Can you feel how even in stillness,
the current of your life is quietly gathering strength?