The Secret World Between Moments

Discovering the place where our thoughts are waiting patiently for us to find them

This is an apology letter of sorts, from a recovering speeder (of the inner-velocity kind).

The realisation came one quiet morning at the ever-enchanting Madingley Hall, with condensation softening the morning light. I suddenly thought of that unhurried school friend — the one who never seemed quite ready when the rest of us were already out the door, buzzing with urgency. We, the fast ones, prided ourselves on efficiency (I can only imagine how frustrating that must have been to those who “took their time”).

But as I lay atop my bed, hair wrapped in a towel taking my sweet time post-bath this morning, I realised something. There’s a secret world that lives inside of these in-between moments. Slowing down isn’t laziness. It’s presence. It’s how we come back into rhythm with ourselves. It’s where our thoughts are waiting patiently for us to find them.

I’m learning to live at the speed that lets me meet myself along the way.

Greetings from the space in-between,

Lou-ease.