Deep Listening

There’s a moment that comes after you’ve said yes-
After the exhale. After the pause.
It’s the soft terrain where you are asked to gently meet yourself.

It’s a space where you’re invited to lean in.
Where the external noise has settled, but the answers haven’t fully arrived.
It’s this in between space-
Where you’re no longer running…
but you’re still learning how to stay.

This is the space of deep listening.
Of being with what’s present, without rushing to understand it.
Of sitting with the whisper before it becomes words.

Lately, I’ve been moving through that space.
Where the sacral doesn’t shout—it hums.
Where truth doesn’t come as clarity, but as sensation.
Where nothing needs to make sense yet—only to be felt.

There’s a palpable energy in this kind of presence.
A sacred patience.
It asks:
Can you trust the rhythm beneath the rhythm?
Can you honor the wisdom of your body, even when it speaks in symbols, in sensations, in stillness?

I’ve noticed how easy it is to try and rush this part.
To turn the pause into a plan.
To translate the feeling too fast.

But when I soften—truly soften—
I remember:
The truth doesn’t need to be forced.
It reveals itself when the soil is soft, when the heart is ready.

So today, I’m offering no answers.
Only an invitation:
꩜ What is your body whispering today?
꩜ What parts of you are asking to be witnessed, not solved?
꩜ What wants to emerge, when you listen without needing it to sound like anything familiar?

This is where the real work begins.
Not in the doing.
But in the devotion to being with what is alive.

Meet yourself here, mujer.
In the tender, in-between space.
In the hum beneath the words.
In the deep listening.