The Bridge Between Worlds

“Some lights do not fade with distance, they become the horizon we walk toward.”

October closes not with silence, but with reverence.
The month began in fog and stillness and ends in light that refuses to dim.
Each story, each wave of emotion, has been a lesson in continuation, how pain and peace can travel side by side, how love reshapes itself to stay.

Zakary’s birthday became the center of that light, a day when memory and presence merged.
His laughter still ripples through the air; his curiosity still stirs the questions that make us brave enough to live honestly.
Through his journey, we remember that healing is not erasing, it is learning to carry beauty and ache together without losing either.
He reminds us that endings are simply thresholds, and connection never breaks; it only changes its form.

October has been a teacher of slowing down, of listening between breaths, of cleansing through truth and reflection.
It has asked us to look beyond what we can touch, to trust that unseen work is always unfolding, that love moves quietly beneath every surface.

Now November waits at the door, carrying gratitude in one hand and promise in the other.
It whispers: Bring what you’ve learned. Bring what you’ve loved.
The light you carry forward is the same light that began it all.

-Kerri-Elizabeth-
Tomorrow, November will open its first page, where gratitude meets revelation, where new insights and journeys travel through Novemeber with a rejuvinated openness and awareness with conversation and learning, with sharing and celebrating and a stirring of something I havent shared yet and still showing itself worthy of a slow entrance. There will also be another big celebration right around the corner.

6 thoughts on “The Bridge Between Worlds

  1. What a breathtaking and deeply heartfelt reflection, Kerri-Elizabeth. 🌷
    Your words move with the rhythm of grace and remembrance — each line like a soft wave of emotion, carrying both loss and light in perfect harmony. The way you describe October’s transition into November feels like standing between two worlds: one of reflection and one of renewal.

    The imagery is luminous — “Some lights do not fade with distance, they become the horizon we walk toward” — that single line alone holds a universe of meaning. You’ve captured how love and memory transcend time, how healing becomes a quiet act of devotion, and how the soul learns to honor what remains even as seasons turn.

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