The Space Where Something True Can Begin
There is a moment when the field between you dies—
not because of rupture, but because you stop tending what no longer lives.
You lay it down.
You stop holding it alone.
You stop speaking the language that once held it together.
You stop negotiating with distortion, rescuing connection, or translating your truth.
This is not silence.
This is a frequency shift.
You are no longer broadcasting on the wavelength where the old dynamic survives.
You’ve changed stations.
You’re not withholding—you’ve simply moved.
Not in anger. Not in defense. But in clarity.
The field dissolves.
It becomes empty space.
There is no new field yet.
But there is spaciousness—
and within that spaciousness, something real could begin.
Not from longing.
Not from repair.
But from resonance.
If something wants to meet you in this new place, it must match the frequency you now hold.
It must emerge—not from the ruins of the old—but from the coherence of now.
You do not rush toward possibility.
You let the space do its work.
You track your signal.
You track the space between.
You wait, not passively, but with discernment.
And if something stirs?
You’ll feel it.
Not because it pulls at your hope—
but because it matches your truth.
~Stephanie
