Finding those brief moments of respite to heal.

There is a strange beauty in standing between what was and what is yet to come. This is one of those places. Not quite a beginning. Not quite an end. Just a small pause between what has been and what is still waiting to arrive. Maybe life is a little like that, too.
So much of it is spent waiting - for answers, for change, for doors to open, for things that make sense only after enough time has passed. There are questions with no immediate answers, prayers that seem to disappear into silence, and pieces of life that remain unfinished no matter how long one looks at them. But not everything may be meant to be understood all at once. Some things need time. Some things need distance. Some things need to remain in the dark for a while before they find their way into the light again, because "The wound is the place where the light enters you. -Persian poet Rumi"
And it could be that this life was never meant to be the finished version. There may be more beyond what can be seen - a place where unanswered questions are answered, unfinished stories find their meaning, and everything that once felt scattered finally becomes part of a whole. Until then, there is waiting. There is praying without always knowing when the answer will come. There is learning to begin again when necessary, believing in a second chance, and finding peace in not knowing everything. What if waiting is not always empty? Sometimes, something is quietly taking shape.
So for now, this little tea(T.)-corner remains unfinished. As does life, in many ways. Not every silence means nothing is happening. Some things simply need time. And could it be that every ending is only an arrival somewhere else.

Somewhere, beyond this and that, when the time comes, see you.
Zarin T.