She carries her tired soul
To the clean, clear waters
And dives right in
Swimming against the current
Until she reaches stability
Surfacing to find herself
Not at the shore
But surrounded on all sides
By the comfort of the in-between
©Ashley Castle Barnes
I actually wrote this poem yesterday, but didn’t have time to post it.
This morning in my daily writing, I immediately starting hearing:
“Stop trying to make everything make sense. It’s not supposed to. What if you followed your weird for one day? Whatever it wanted, wherever it lead? What would happen?
This is the (dis)comfort of the in-between.
That place in the middle where we let everything go and stop trying to make it all make sense.
Some things will never make sense, nor do they need to.
I return over and over again to trying to make sense and find stability as a form of safety and control.
But in the in-between, there is none of that. It’s both comforting and disconcerting.
And immensely freeing.
How are you letting go and diving into the in-between today?