Some stories arrive like thunder. Others drift in like fog, soft and slow, asking us to wait.
This week, I’m honoring the pause—the quiet space between tales where breath returns and meaning settles. It’s where the fox curls beneath the sagebrush, where the bone mask rests beside the fire, where we remember that not every chapter needs to be loud.
So I offer this:
A ritual of stillness.
A moment to ask—what comfort have you gathered lately?
What story is whispering, not yet ready to be told?
The next tale will come when it’s ready.
With gratitude,
Akasha 🦊
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