(The Being of Soft Beginnings)
The Mist arrives when your energy cannot take shape yet.
It hovers. Waits. Breathes in tiny droplets.
It is not confusion.
It is protection through softness.
Mist says:
“Go slow.
Do not decide.
Let the contours appear on their own.”
In (y)our system, Mist is the phase where the nervous system
asks for non-directional presence —
a gentle gaze, a softened breath,
no demands.
Mist =
the sacred pause before clarity.