Threshold Moments: Trusting the In-Between

There is a space between the old life
falling away and the new one
arriving.
It’s tender.
It's foggy.
It can feel like standing barefoot in
the doorway of a house that
no longer feels like home, unsure what
lies beyond the threshold.

This is the in-between—
a sacred pause between identities,
roles, relationships, beliefs.
It's not meant to be rushed.
In this space, grief and hope hold

hands.
Something inside you is dissolving,
while something else quietly begins
to stir.
You may be tempted to run ahead, to grasp
clarity like a lifeline.
But the soul doesn't work on
deadlines.

What is the in-between is its own
destination?
A chrysalis, not just a tunnel.
A womb space.
A holy hush where you can hear your
own breath and remember what
matters.

Transformation is rarely thunderous.
Often, it's subtle and slow.
A whisper saying, “This, too, belongs.”

Trust the threshold.
Let it remake you gently.
The path will emerge when your
soul is ready enough to walk it.