When Nothing’s Rushing You: The Beauty of the In-Between

The light has softened.

Not gone. Not faded. Just... shifted. Mid-autumn arrives not with a bang, but a breath. The fields are quieter. The hedgerows, less urgent. The Harvest Moon has passed, and the next season hasn’t quite arrived.

This is the quiet between harvests.

And it’s not always comfortable.

The Strange Stillness of Enough

There’s something disorienting about this lull. We’ve spent months tending, pushing, growing, internally and externally. There’s been action. Movement. Cycles to track and goals to meet. Even the earth has been busy: planting, ripening, reaping.

And now? It just is.

Not striving. Not decaying. Just still. And that stillness can feel… itchy. Uneasy. Like maybe we’ve forgotten something. Like maybe we’re falling behind.

But we’re not behind. We’re exactly where we’re meant to be.

This is what enough feels like when we’re not used to it.

The In-Between Is Where We Integrate

In therapy, there are moments just like this. Sessions where no big insight comes. No big grief moves. Just silence. Space. The room to breathe without having to become something else.

That’s not nothing. That’s integration. It’s where the threads settle. Where the nervous system remembers that safety doesn’t always come with a story.

Mid-autumn gives us that too. A chance to exhale.To live without reaping or sowing. To trust that growth doesn’t have to be visible to be real.

Let This Be Enough

Let the trees change slowly. Let the light dim without drama. Let your inner world soften without needing a reason why.

Because sometimes, the most important season is the one where you don’t chase anything at all. Where you stand at the edge of what’s gone and what’s coming, and simply exist in the middle.

And that middle? It’s sacred. It’s enough.

You don’t always need to be growing. You don’t always need to be healing. Sometimes, you just need to be.

Let the pause hold you.

Sarah