“Love never ends, it only changes the way it reaches us.” The last sunrise of October always spreads a quiet brilliance across the lake.It feels like breath itself, slow, full, deliberate, I just know the whole world is pausing to remember a soul who once walked it in laughter and light. Today marks the day

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ZAKARY RYAN

Happy Birthday Zakary…. This post is from 2 years ago and this year I have more to share, my 60th birthday (wow ) insights and inner and outer life experiences are fully in presence right now… see you all soon.

  When the absence of a presence leaves your space, be embraced by the safety of natures place! Kerri Elizabeth Sitting in silence with a view. The sun is setting and tomorrow will be new. The sky is pink and yellow and baby blue. The ocean pours over the horizon ahead. Darkness is seeking its

Embracing Silence

 “The fog does not hide the truth, it prepares us to see it.” A veil across the water,a breath between the ripples,the cove keeps what is stirring,while silence slowly hides. Not in absence, but a waiting,not gone but not yet near,the fog breathes out its secret,then pulls it back with intention. -Kerri-Elizabeth-By tomorrow, the breath

When the Fog Breathes

“The light of memory burns steady, even when the fog refuses to part.” October bends the branchesyet truth does not let go,the fog folds into silence,where only shadows know. Time does not move slower,though memory begs it stay,eight years slip like water,yet love always finds its way. The lake holds back its secrets,the moon records

The Rays Behind the Fog

  “Every step taken in uncertainty teaches the body how to listen.” The path curled along the lake’s edge, shadowed by trees that leaned too close. Each breeze seemed to carry a question. Which one will fall next? Yet along that unease came another sound, soft, delicate, a flutter that carried no threat. Chickadees darted

The Uneasy Path

“One crack in the silence can change the rhythm of everything.” The forest did not fall all at once. It whispered first, dry branches rattling like bones against each other, before a single splinter cut through the air. The pause between splinter and collapse was long enough to hold an entire world of wonder, what

The Sound of Splintering

 “Even in the stillness, the storm learns to whisper its secrets through the trees. The cove held its breath, a canvas washed in muted tones of gray and gold. Every ripple on the lake mirrored the sky’s hesitation, as if water and air had made a silent pact not to disturb what was shifting beneath.

When the Silence Cracks

 “Distance is an illusion when silence carries across the same ground.” Evening softened across the cove, folding light into shadow. From the living room window, I saw a figure move, not hurried, not hiding, but steady. A quiet presence crossing the space where one yard ends and another begins, a place where no one claims

The Shadow Between Houses

“Beauty does not erase the storm, it scatters through it, refusing to be silenced.” The storm came without warning, breaking through the quiet that had settled over the week. Branches bent, rain lashed the windows, the air electric with change. Yet even in the chaos, there was color, leaves torn from the trees swirled like

Confetti in the Storm

 “Some carry light without knowing its impact; others dim their own light, before it even has the chance to shine.” Lanterns drift across the water,their reflections bending with the ripples.Each light carries a memory,a secret folded into flame. Some shine steady,guiding without question.Some flicker,resisting the wind.And some disappearinto the nightbefore anyone notices they were ever

Lanterns In the Dark