a blessing for living between. between miracles. between answers. between formulas.

Blessed are you who live here,
this space between simple categories and easy answers.

You who wonder why this is your life,
why you got this diagnosis,
or why you still struggle with infertility,
or why you haven’t found your birth parents,
or why you can’t kick the addiction
or why your kids haven’t come home.

Blessed are you who build a home on uneasy ground,
who, despite your trying, your asking, you’re searching,
haven’t found the satisfying feeling of discovery.

And blessed are you who never will.
This is not an easy place to live.
Outside of certainty, outside of knowing, outside of the truth.

But blessed are you who realize that love and beauty and courage and meaning live here too.
Amid the unease and the frustration and the sleepless nights.
In the way love and courage show up through people, through presence, through laughter.

May you be surprised by your capacity for ambiguity,
for the way it makes you a great listener and a good friend,
for you are someone who knows how to feel your way around in the dark and squint for the stars.

I wish it were easier, dear one.
I wish I could hand you the answers you seek.

But for now, may you find comfort in the fact that you are not alone.
We are all learning to live in the uncertainty in the unknowing.
So blessed are we who live here together.