Whispers in the Void: Reconnecting with Your True Rhythm.

Who are you in the void? Have you ever noticed that soft space between the inhale and the exhale?

The silence between words? The pause between the doing and the being?

Who are you when there’s no role to play, no mask to wear—just you, simply being… in the void? That space, quiet and holy, where the divine comes not to shout, but to whisper.

Maybe you haven’t yet allowed yourself to be there. To be with you. To meet the sacredness of that stillness. It’s where the fruits of your hard work quietly gather. A moment where your mind can slow down and marvel at all that it’s carried. Where your heart—after racing to keep up—can finally rest in its own rhythm.

I pause…

And I ask:

Where is the true voice of my communication?

There’s a voice from the body.

There’s a voice from the mind.

And then… there’s this soft voice from the heart.

My body speaks—“Ouch. I’m in pain.”

It says, “I feel this emotion, and then that emotion.”

And I, as the witness, have a choice.

I can react from the emotion, or I can be with it. Hold it in full presence.

Transmute it—like gasoline transformed into energy to move a car forward.

As a woman, we live in cycles. Every month, a sacred rhythm. And even after years of riding these waves, many of us haven’t mastered it. There are days when our minds are crystalline—clear, sharp, capable of divine downloads. Our bodies feel unstoppable, pulsing with purpose.

And then, like clockwork, the tides turn. Right before menstruation, the body begins to slow. We feel discomfort. Heaviness. The mind feels fuzzy, like a broken computer. Emotions rise like a tidal wave, hijacking logic.

We ask: “What did I miss?” “What’s wrong with me?” “I gave my best—why do I feel like this?” We spiral, deeper and deeper—

Until we remember. Ah… we’re entering the sacred moon time.

Sometimes we need a sister’s gentle reminder: “You’re okay. You’re not broken. You’re just cycling. And this, too, is holy.” This is not the time to doubt yourself. It’s the time to tend to yourself. To nourish and communicate your needs. To soften into self-care.

To the men and women reading this:

My intention is not to blame or explain away. This is not a problem to fix, escape, or understand.

This is an invitation. To witness the flow of life, especially within a woman, as you would nature herself.

She is a living season:

There are sunny days—light, vibrant, magnetic.

And then come the storms—wild, untamed, purifying. Not to be feared, but honored. Floods aren’t punishments—they’re messengers. Typhoons shake us to remind us where our roots need strengthening.

Winter arrives, cold and reflective. A call to gather warmth, rest, go inward.

And then, like magic, comes Spring. A time of renewal. Ideas blooming. Hearts thawing. Creativity stretching awake.

You’ve felt this too, haven’t you?

Moments when all you desire is solitude, rest, and home.

And others, when you’re alive with social energy and ready to collaborate.

This is freedom:

To honor your own season. To sync with you. And then comes Autumn— The great letting go. A time to release what no longer aligns. To reflect. To prepare. To return to the essence.

Yes, we women cycle monthly…

But now I see—we all do.

Men and women alike.

So here’s the call:

Reattune with yourself. Turn off the noise.

Pause the rules, the studies, the “shoulds.”

Because while we may be made of the same starstuff…

We move through life differently.

You might be in Winter—grieving.

Or maybe you’re basking in the Summer of your creativity, offering your gifts boldly.

Whatever your season, it is sacred.

You are not late.

You are not wrong.

You are in rhythm.

There is deep liberation in aligning your life with your inner season.

Your work. Your relationships. Your rituals.

And in honoring the season of those around you—

Respecting their waves, their weather, their own becoming.

So I offer you this gentle invitation:

Take a moment.

In stillness.

With you.

And ask…

What would harmony feel like—right now?

With love,

Joanne Genoza

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