“I stand alone, but not in sorrow…”
Today’s message is not a message, exactly.
It’s a breath.
A hush.
A sacred shrinking into true.
This poem arrived quietly, like most of the truest things in life.
Not with fanfare, not with certainty — but with stillness.
And this image — a simple blue form — is what showed up on the canvas when I stopped trying to be anyone but the soul that I am.
I offer both to you today:
Not to explain.
Not to solve.
But to let you remember what it’s like to pause between breaths and simply be.
Between Breaths
I stand alone, but not in sorrow,
a small blue hush against the sky.
No noise, no rush.
Just this soft tomorrow
that waits where endings never die.
I am the breath that comes between,
the silent pause before the leap,
a soul stripped bare of what has been,
awake, yet rooted in the deep.
There is a courage in my smallness,
a sacred shrinking into true
for what remains when roles fall silent
is simply me, and simply you.
No face, no name, yet wholly human,
I am the question and the key.
The space around me holds becoming —
in stillness, I begin to be.
If this speaks to you, I’d love to know what you’re discovering in your “between” space.
Hit reply or whisper back through Voxer if you’re one of my paid subscribers — I’ll be listening.
Until then, take the breath.
You don’t have to earn it.
— Monica
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