🍀 Reflection 🍀

There was a moment where something in me began to unravel.

Not loudly, not all at once but quietly, like a thread being pulled from within.

An unfamiliar discomfort rose… subtle, yet

undeniable.

The kind that asks to be met, not fixed.

The kind that whispers, stay.

Where I would usually reach for meaning, for understanding, for something to hold onto this time, I didn’t.

Or maybe… I couldn’t.

So I remained.

And in that remaining, something opened.

Not as a surge, not as a peak but as a soft, steady calm that seemed to arrive from nowhere and everywhere at once.

It was as if my awareness, which once climbed only so far before settling into story, suddenly remembered it could move differently.

It lifted…

and instead of stopping, it expanded.

Outward.

Wider.

Quieter.

I was no longer inside the moment trying to name it I was witnessing it, gently, without the need to define.

Everything became clear, not because I understood it…but because I no longer needed to.

The stories fell away.

And what remained was space.

A spaciousness that held everything, without asking anything of it.

There was a quiet freedom in that.

A stillness that felt both ancient and entirely new.

And somewhere within it, a knowing:

That perhaps the path isn’t in reaching higher but in softening enough to let go of what we think we need to grasp.

To move through the discomfort,

without becoming it. To rest in the unknown,

without needing to turn it into something known. And to trust…

that clarity does not come from control

but from allowing.

With love and light

Lisa Pavlic 💟