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Between the Clouds
Trust the wait.
Not because waiting is comfortable,
but because life does some of its finest work
behind the veil of uncertainty.
The seed grows in darkness.
The dawn gathers itself beyond the horizon.
The soul quietly prepares
for journeys the mind cannot yet imagine.
There will be seasons
when the path disappears into cloud,
when answers remain hidden,
and certainty feels like a distant shore.
Yet it is here, in the mystery,
that transformation begins.
For becoming is not a destination,
it is the sacred unfolding of who you already are.
So stand gently in the unknown.
Let go of the need to see the entire way ahead.
Trust that every unanswered question
is making room for a deeper wisdom.
Trust that every pause
contains a purpose.
Trust that every ending
is secretly shaping a beginning.
For when nothing is certain,
the future remains unwritten,
possibility remains alive,
and miracles still have room to arrive.
And perhaps that is the gift of the clouds,
they teach us to walk forward in faith,
until one day we realise
we were never lost, only becoming.
