Muted bloom

There are seasons of transformation when the soul begins to stretch, when awareness deepens, and when you start to feel yourself becoming…more. 

But more what, exactly? That’s where language fails us.

Lacking the vernacular:

Because how do you describe something you’ve never known before?
How do you speak a truth your mind is only just beginning to glimpse?
How do you explain the quiet sense that you are no longer who you were, but not yet someone new? 

You may feel disoriented. You reach for familiar phrases, but they collapse under the weight of what you're really feeling.

Words trained by trauma and smallness don't yet know how to express expansion.
The vocabulary of survival doesn’t translate the language of awakening. This isn’t confusion,  it’s evolution. It’s the moment when your higher self is arriving, but your human self is still adjusting.

You know something meaningful is happening, but it’s happening inside, in spaces where language hasn’t been built yet.

This is the sacred awkwardness of growth.
Where we fumble. Where we stutter. Where we fall silent, not because we are empty, but because we are full.

So full, that it spills into art. Into dreams. Into energy. Until one day, a new vocabulary rises from the stillness, not borrowed, but born. There is no need to rush expression. You are not behind for not having the words.

You are learning a new language, the one your future self already speaks fluently.

So let the thoughts gather. Let the soul speak in symbols. Let the silence be part of the conversation.

You are not lost. You are arriving.

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