There is a moment the world rarely honors.
A quiet space that lives between what has ended
and what is just beginning to breathe.
This is the quiet between seasons.
The tender hush after transformation,
where life exhales before it begins again.
You might wake with a feeling you can’t quite name...
as if you belong nowhere,
as if everything familiar has melted away,
and something invisible is asking you to trust.
This is the sacred threshold.
The pause between heartbeats.
The stillness that teaches your soul how to receive.
When everything slows,
your spirit listens in ways it never could while running.
The soft rhythm of your breath
becomes a language older than words.
Here, the earth teaches through silence.
The trees whisper that every falling leaf
is simply returning to the source that made it.
The ocean hums its endless cycles of coming and going,
reminding you that stillness is part of movement.
Allow this time to be tender.
Allow yourself to rest without guilt.
Allow your inner ground to breathe again.
Winter carries wisdom in her quiet hands.
Spring gathers courage in her waiting roots.
Summer grows her joy one golden ray at a time.
And autumn releases with grace, turning endings into color.
You are held in that same rhythm.
You are growing even when everything feels still.
You are deepening, even when your branches seem bare.
Trust this pause.
Trust the gentle turning beneath your own skin.
Every silence is a preparation.
Every breath, a doorway.
In the quiet between seasons,
life remakes you in unseen ways.
Peace expands.
Strength ripens.
And love takes new form.
When the next season comes,
you will rise from this stillness radiant and real,
carrying the softness of what you learned here...
that waiting is never empty,
and quiet is never wasted.
This is the quiet between seasons.
This is where your soul remembers how to listen.
This is your Soul Hug.
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With gentleness and love,
Jethro Orion
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