The Quiet Arrival

There is a place,
Not marked on any map.
Not captured in photos.
Not spoken of in loud voices.

It doesn’t look like much from the outside.
There’s no grand sign.
No finish line.
No announcement.
No fireworks.
No audience waiting to clap as you arrive.

But inside, it feels like a gentle exhale.
A knowing your heart recognises before your mind does.

The Quiet Arrival isn’t a destination.
It’s a feeling.

Of landing softly in a space you didn’t even know you were journeying toward.
And now that you’re there, something in you whispers,
You were always meant to find this.

It lives just beneath your collarbone.
In the stillness that rises once the striving fades.

It’s not loud.
But it is unshakeable.

No one else can see it.
No one else needs to.

Because it is not for them.
It’s for you.

You’re there.
And you’re more you than you’ve ever been.

The real you has finally caught up to meet you.

And now, you’re no longer running,
but presently walking
toward the life that fits.

With peace.
And a softness that knows.

You made it.

This is the quiet arrival.

The moment your breath finally catches up with your becoming.

Until we wander again,

Kate x