the in-between. sometimes, you feel as if you live here always, in the transition, the space between the words, the work, the heartbreak and the healing, the places you call home. other times, you arrive here firmly, on two feet, with a self-assuredness you didn’t know you had. you feel lighter, freer than you’ve felt in a long time. take a moment: catch your breath, blink into the sunlight. play a little while in the dirt. there is balance to be found here. you didn’t realize. between the striving and seeking is the finding, the yielding. between adventures, the heart rests. between seed planting and the harvest, ideas bloom with abandon, curling like tendrils towards the sky. grow, wild thing. go on and grow in the in-between.