The Sacred Pause & The Space Between

There’s a quiet hum beneath everything right now. A low, steady vibration asking me to pause. To listen. To trust. Not just in the process, but in the visions that are coming through. Because they’re not just ideas. Not strategies. Not goals on a to-do list. They’re something else entirely.

Lately, I’ve been waking up with visions. They don’t arrive gently. They come like a flood, fully formed, deeply felt, undeniably alive. At first, I thought they were just the natural next steps of Thrivewell Estate. A continuation of a dream I had already committed to. But now I see it’s so much more than that. It’s a full constellation beginning to take shape. And I’ve come to realize that I’ve been chosen to carry it.

That’s not something I’ve said out loud before.

Because, for a long time, I feared what people might think if I did. That they'd hear "chosen" and assume I meant the chosen one. That they’d hear ego. Arrogance. Holier-than-thou energy. But that’s not what this is.

I don’t feel chosen in the sense of being above anyone. I feel chosen in the sense of surrender. Like I said “yes” to something sacred, and now it’s unfolding through me, faster, wider, and more beautifully than I ever could’ve planned. And with that comes responsibility. Reverence. And lately… a deep need to pause.

Last week, I wrote about the moment before the leap. The sacred stillness before the doing. What I didn’t know then is that I’d find myself living in a longer stretch than expected. Not the leap. Not the landing. But the strange, tender space in between.
I’ve come to call it: intentional limbo.

Because that’s exactly where I am. Not frozen. Not floundering. Not stuck. But suspended…on purpose.

I’ve already made the decision. I’ve already aligned my life with a bigger truth. I’ve chosen to leave a chapter that no longer reflects who I am. But I haven’t crossed the threshold just yet. And I’m not forcing it. This isn’t hesitation. This is integration.

I’m giving myself permission to stay in the in-between long enough to clean what needs clearing, grieve what needs grieving, and prepare what needs preparing. This is not a pause born of fear. It’s a pause born of respect. For what I’m leaving. For what I’m stepping into. For what’s unfolding through me.

And it is unfolding.

What began as Thrivewell Estate, our sacred land, our healing home base, is now blooming into something much more expansive. Thrivewell Estate will always be the root. But rising beside it now is a second anchor. A sibling. A sanctuary of a different kind, but aligned in spirit.

It’s called The Thrivewell Collective.

I’m not ready to reveal everything just yet, but I will say this: it will live inside a reimagined space once defined by consumption and decay. A place where spirit felt lost. Now, it’s becoming a sanctuary for wellness, education, artistry, and rebirth. Because light can rise anywhere, even in the places we thought were too far gone.

And as I hold these two growing branches, I’ve felt the pull for something more, a container big enough to hold them both. A name that could cradle all the visions flooding in.

That name is House of Thrivewell. The umbrella that now holds Thrivewell Estate, The Thrivewell Collective, and Flow to Thrive Transformation Studio.

Three distinct expressions.
One shared heartbeat.

And make no mistake, these aren’t just brands. They are callings. Each one arriving like a wave. One after another. So many that I’ve had no choice but to stop and breathe. Because if I don’t pause and root deeply… I could be swept away by the pace of it all.

This is the moment I’m in now. Still in the in-between. Still listening. Still becoming.

There’s a passage in the Big Book of AA that talks about being “rocketed into a fourth dimension.” Lately, it feels like I’m heading straight into the fifth.

It’s exhilarating.
It’s terrifying.
It’s divine.

And the timing is not lost on me.

This week, as we approach the Summer Solstice, the brightest day of the year and a spiritual turning point, I find myself preparing to attend a sonic breathwork session led by Joe, joined by four other aligned women who feel like soul mirrors. The energy around this solstice is powerful. Pulsing. Alive. And I know in my bones that something is shifting, not just in me, but through me.

Because the woman I was before, the one who numbed, performed, and barely held it all together…she couldn’t have carried this. But the woman I am now, the one who’s walked through fire, told the truth, and kept walking…she can.

That’s not coincidence. That’s grace.

So if you’re also in an in-between place… If your decision is made, but your life hasn’t caught up yet… If your heart is ready, but the path hasn’t fully formed beneath your feet…

Please know this:
Limbo doesn’t mean lost.
Sometimes it means you’re finally aligned enough to wait for what’s real.

So for now, I remain here:
Pausing.
Listening.
Rooting.

With trust in the unfolding,

Kelley