Find a place to sit or lie down.
Let your body settle into whatever shape feels the most honest for you right now.
You don't need to arrive composed.
You can come exactly as you are.
Close your eyes.
Soften your face,
Your jaw,
And the space behind your eyes.
For this meditation,
No one will ask you what's next.
And no one needs you to have an answer.
Let your attention drop into the simple fact of being here.
Breath is moving.
Weight is resting.
Contact with whatever is holding you now.
There's a kind of heaviness that comes when life is unfinished.
When something has ended and nothing has replaced it yet.
But what if,
Just for now,
We stopped trying to fix anything?
What if we let the not-knowing be exactly as large as it is?
Bring your attention to your chest.
To the center of your ribcage where the weight of it all lives.
Don't try to breathe it away or think your way out of it.
Just feel it.
The pressure.
The density.
The way it takes up space.
This is what uncertainty feels like in a body.
Not as a concept.
As a texture.
As a substance.
Stay with it.
Now place one hand on your chest.
Feel the warmth of your palm there.
Place your other hand on your lower belly.
You're not fixing anything.
You're just here.
With what's true in this moment.
Underneath the anxiety.
Underneath the fear of not knowing.
There's something else.
A kind of space.
A field that opens when you stop trying to fill the gap with answers.
Feel the ground beneath you.
The simple fact that it's still here holding you.
Even though you can't see what's ahead.
Gravity hasn't forgotten you.
The earth hasn't stopped holding your weight.
Right now,
In this exact moment,
You are held.
Not by knowing anything.
Not by having a plan.
But by something older than both.
Take a slow breath in.
And let it go.
Again,
Breathing in the uncertainty.
Breathing out without needing to resolve it.
There's a kind of wisdom that only lives in the dark.
In the uninformed.
In the not yet.
Seeds know this.
They break open in the soil long before anything green shows above ground.
In the dark,
They don't ask,
What am I becoming?
When will I know?
They just become.
Slowly.
In their own time.
You're in that dark but fertile soil right now.
Something in you is breaking open.
Something is composting what ended so it can feed what comes next.
You can't rush this process.
And you can't know it yet.
But you can stop fighting it.
Let your awareness drop lower.
Into your pelvis.
Your hips.
Your sitting bones.
Down here,
Things are slower.
The body doesn't live three months ahead.
It lives right here.
In this moment.
In this breath.
This pulse.
This moment of contact with what holds you.
From this low place,
Ask your body,
What do I know right now?
Not about the future,
But about this moment.
Maybe you know you're breathing.
Maybe you know you're here.
Maybe you know the ground is beneath you.
And you haven't disappeared yet.
These might seem like small knowings.
Or humble knowings.
But they're real.
You don't need to know the whole story yet.
You just need to know this.
You're still here.
The not knowing isn't trying to break you.
It's the space where something new can take shape.
Only if you stop clutching for certainty long enough to let it form.
Rest here in the suspension.
In the gap between exhales.
In the pause where nothing is decided,
But everything is possible.
Let yourself be unfinished.
Let yourself be unmapped.
Let the future stay blurry for now.
You're not lost.
You're simply in between.
When you're ready,
There's no rush.
Begin to feel the room around you again.
The air touching your skin.
Your body resting on the ground.
Take a deep breath in.
And a deep breath out.
Again,
Breathing in.
Breathing out.
You might notice you feel a little different now.
A bit more spacious.
A bit less frantic.
That's not because you figured anything out.
It's because you stopped trying to.
The not knowing is still here.
It might be here for a little while longer.
But now you know you can hold it without collapsing.
You can live in the in-between without needing the answer today.
So walk softly back into your life.
The ground is still beneath you.
The dark is still fertile.
And you,
Unfinished,
Unmapped.
You are exactly where you need to be.
Sending all the love.
