Author’s Note:
This piece was written for myself —
a reminder, a breath, a moment of anchoring
as I stand in the stillness between worlds.
You are welcome to walk beside me as I write.

The Threshold of the Creation Current

There comes a moment on the path when you realise
you are not becoming her anymore.
You are living as her.

For so long, I thought I was seeking the path —
measuring the distance, searching for the map,
learning how to walk it perfectly.
But the further I went, the less the maps mattered.
The landmarks blurred, the timelines dissolved,
and what remained was something quieter, vaster, more intimate.

It was not a path at all.
It was a current —
alive, responsive, listening.

I used to think the blankness meant I was behind.
Now I see it as sacred —
the empty page humming with the stories I have yet to write.
I used to question my desires,
as though wanting was something to apologise for.
Now I know my desires are architecture —
blueprints for the world that only I can create.
And I used to wait for permission,
proof that I was ready.
Now I stand in stillness,
breathing as the axis of my own creation.

 I am the flow.
 I am the current.
 I am the creation.
 I am the creator.

I am not waiting to be carried.
I am the current, designing my way through the world.

This is the shift —
the moment when effort dissolves
and presence becomes artistry.

No longer pushing the river,
no longer bracing against its tides —
I am the river.
I am the living breath of creation.

And from here,
every choice becomes a brushstroke,
every breath becomes a vow,
and every step becomes
art.

Welcome to the Creation Current.
The place where we stop seeking
and begin shaping.

The place where destiny is not found —
it is designed.