Dancing at the Threshold

I’m living in one place,

and dreaming another into being.

The walls around me are familiar—

marked by years of memory and rhythm.

And yet, there’s a quiet pulse of something new

gathering shape just beyond them.

I’m in the in-between.

The old isn’t quite over.

The new isn’t quite ready.

And I’m learning how to move here—

to dance in the shifting space between.

Some days feel like flow—

a gentle unfolding,

a sense of knowing my place in the steps.

Other days, the rhythm breaks—

becomes jagged, uncertain,

or suddenly too fast to follow.

And still, the beat continues.

The call is to stay present.

To soften where I want to resist.

To trust the pulse of life

as it carries me deeper

into myself,

into mystery,

into the shape of what’s next.

And so I offer this dance,

this breath,

this tender becoming—

to She who holds beauty in her palms,

to Lakshmi,

whose abundance blooms not in the rush,

but in the quiet,

rooted places

where love takes form.

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