There are seasons in life when nothing seems particularly clear.

We sense that something is shifting beneath the surface — a quiet rearranging of our inner landscape — but we cannot yet name what is becoming.

These are often the seasons when we learn to listen differently.

Not for answers.
Not for plans.

But for the smallest clues.

There are moments in a woman’s life that do not look like beginnings…
through the end of “The Space Between What Was and What Is Becoming.”

If this reflection meets you at the right moment, I wrote something to walk beside you…