The Heaviness in the Air
There are days when the air feels heavy, as though unseen emotions linger just beyond what the eye can see. It’s as if the happiness of the world, and the emotions people dare not show, gather together and press against us. On these days, many feel tired, less motivated, and caught in that place between okay and not okay; a strange middle ground that can be both unsettling and familiar.
It’s like the sky missing the rain but never truly opening, the day bright but without the sun. This in-between space is similar to the void, but without its illumination. I believe all humans find themselves here at times; wondering why today feels different than yesterday, and why the spark that once brought joy feels so hard to grasp.
Perhaps it is more than just mood or chance. I often wonder if there is a power much greater than us; something that controls not only the weather but our emotions, and even the moon. When I consider planetary transits and the shifting Schumann resonance, I can’t help but ask myself what comes next.
And yet, I hold myself steady in this curiosity. Because while curiosity can be a beautiful flow, it can also lead us into places not meant for us. Still, I sometimes imagine other galactic species watching humanity, wondering why we do the things we do, why we think the way we think, and how we hold such vast emotions within us. We are, after all, hybrids of the universe; woven of stardust, carrying both the brilliance and the burden of being human.
We are tangled in a web of being right, being known, being free, and being suppressed. It is the paradox of existence. Yet through it all, I choose to believe tomorrow will be better. That is my optimism, my anchor, and my light. Without it, I might not see the beauty in any day at all.
So I remain here, in this moment, optimistic, deeply rooted in the knowing that I am always divinely supported, loved, and protected.
Mantra for the In-Between:
Even in heaviness, I carry light. I am divinely supported, loved, and protected.
