The Pleasure Pause

Most of us were introduced to the idea of a “sacred pause” in the context of emotional regulation.

It goes like this:

Something triggers you. Your chest tightens. Your jaw clenches. You’re about to react.

And then—you remember to pause. To breathe. To soften. To choose a more aligned response rather than just unloading your rage or disappearing into your patterns.

It’s powerful. Necessary. A skill worth mastering.

But what if that’s only one flavor of the pause?

What if the most potent version of the sacred pause isn’t about stopping something bad, but savoring something good?

What if you could train yourself to pause—not just when you’re spiraling, but when life is whispering… "look how good this is?"

I want to reclaim the pause.

Not as a trauma tool (though it can be that).

Not as an emergency brake.

But as a devotional act of CATCHING BEAUTY IN THE ACT.

I’m talking about the kind of pause that melts time.

The kind that makes you close your eyes in the middle of a crowded street just to feel the sun hit your skin.

The kind where you stop mid-sentence because your lover’s laugh just took your breath away.

The kind where you abandon your to-do list because the strawberries are finally in season and taste like heaven.

These pauses don’t ask, “What went wrong?”

They ask, “What pleasure is available to enjoy?”

Let’s be real—most of us are better at scanning for threat than for beauty.

We pause when something feels off, but rarely when something feels holy.

Our nervous systems are wired for survival, not celebration.

But the good news? That wiring can be rewritten.

You can create a new kind of pause—what I like to call a PLEASURE PAUSE.

It’s the moment you drop into your body and ask,

What would feel delicious right now?

It’s when you stop the scroll not because of outrage—but because something lit you up.

It’s when you stop reaching for the next thing, and instead taste what’s already here.

So here’s your invitation:

Let the pleasure pause become a practice of presence.

Pause to breathe in the scent of your own skin after a bath.

Pause to taste your coffee like it’s the first time.

Pause when your body wants to sway to a song in the middle of washing dishes.

Pause when you feel a yes rise in your belly and let yourself ride the wave of it.

Because life isn’t just about avoiding triggers.

It’s about letting ecstasy interrupt you.

The sacred pause, reimagined, is an act of reverence.

Not just for healing… but for joy. For beauty. For the nectar dripping from the now.

Let it be a practice.

Let it be a ritual.

Let it be your favorite new flavor of power.

In sovereign power,
Sharon

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