Sacred Pause

As I sit between the seasons, I wonder…

What is true for me right now?

I leave behind the bright summer days

filled to the brim with endless activities.

I look toward to Autumn

noticing its inward motion, its slower pace

gently making their way into my house, into my being.

An open diary, ready to catch my reflections.

The need to ground myself and sit in silence

grows stronger.

As I pause, a deep breath fills my chest.

My inner wisdom whispers.

It is in this whisper that I find solace.

I know the outer world can wait.

I turn inward.

I wonder briefly why it has taken me so long to be here —

in this presence, with myself.

And then I remember...

I hadn’t given myself permission to stop.

Now I allow myself to pause,

not knowing how long it will take.

The world is calling.

Endless demands come knocking at my door.

The knocking grows insistent, pressing harder.

“Not yet,” I say.

And I allow myself to stay.

The world knows when I mean it

when I choose myself,

when I honour the sacred pause.

Everything else must wait just a moment longer.

Everything else secretly knows that I will emerge with more clarity.

Everything else is sometimes scared of me standing in my own power,

embracing my sovereignty.

The sacred pause is the act of allowing myself space

to be

to feel

to experience

It is sacred because it is my connection to the divine

the divine within me.