The In between

It's still hard for me to stay in the in between.

Where I feel that nothing happens. Yet nothing stands still at all.

If I tune in I sense the shifting and movement that never stops. The guidance, the pull, the knowing.

Yet parts of me want to see the cake on the platter. And eat it too.

No baking needed.

No time to spare.

No energy to waste.

What if we run out? Of everything.

The mindset of scarcity creeps in so easily in the in between.

That old voice that's so familiar yet just doesn't feel right.

We have one that's older. The clear, strong one.

Now I have this dance of tunning in again and again. And the pull is getting stronger and stronger.