Trusting the Body

Power in the Pause

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A powerful digital portrait of a dark-skinned woman with tousled hair and an unwavering gaze fixed directly on the viewer. Her hands rest with intentional weight across her solar plexus and lower belly, anchoring her in the body while something unseen stirs beneath the surface. The burnt orange background is chaotic and expressive, layered with black and gray splashes, strokes, and markings that echo internal turbulence. Though she appears still, the energy around her is anything but calm. Her expression carries the truth of being in a sacred pause—not a peaceful one, but a pause that holds discomfort, tension, and the raw beauty of becoming. This is the moment between shedding and rising. She is not lost. She is listening. She is held in the pause.

Power in the Pause I wake up inside a quiet I can’t shake. Not the kind of quiet that calms or grounds. This quiet feels like a hum that won’t move. It sits low in my body and waits. Not urgent. Not dramatic. Just here. Steady. Unbothered by my mind’s desire to name it or … Read more