find beauty in the becoming

There’s a strange stillness that comes after surviving things you thought might undo you.

Like the hush after a storm…

when the air feels thick with memory,

and the light has a different quality to it.

Not everyone sees it.

But if you’ve lived through something that rearranged you—

you know.

You move through the world differently after that.

Softer, maybe.

Quieter.

More attuned to what doesn’t speak in words.

Walking in the liminal space between worlds.

I’ve lived, walked, journeyed in that place.

The in-between.

The threshold is my comfortable place—

where something sacred is settling

but hasn’t yet revealed its full shape.

There’s no need to rush it.

Some things arrive slowly,

like rain returning to thirsty ground.

So if you find yourself in that quiet place—

between what was and what’s yet to be—

know you’re not alone.

Some of us belong to the unseen seasons,

and find beauty in the becoming.

—Naomi Amaya Love