Sometimes the right path feels like standing still.

It’s not that nothing is happening — it’s that the field around you is rearranging so you can walk without resistance.

I’ve known the stillness that comes after the fall — when the shards of what once was are still sharp, but they’re no longer cutting you.

Today, I felt the shift. The slow catch-up. The moment the path moves again, carrying you forward in one unbroken piece.

💜🖤 Monet Noctaris