Today I find myself in the space between chaos and shape. Part of me wants to rage, run away, never to be seen again or hideaway in the darkness, in the center of my bed curled in on myself. This transitional space is not comfortable! All these familiar voices and tugging impulses are hard to ignore, they are loud, persistent and protective. It’s only in the quiet moments, when I allow myself to slow down and listen, that I can hear a soft wise voice beckoning me to stay and let the layers soften and fall.