“The body paints its own poetry when it moves without demand.”
Dance, walk, stretch, sway, move the way wind moves through trees. No counts, no goals, no punishment. Just motion that lets the mind exhale. In those minutes, art happens, rhythm without reason, grace without judgment.
Let your heartbeat set the tempo,
your breath the brushstroke,
motion becomes devotion
when a surrender is your guide.
-Kerri-Elizabeth-
Choose one song and move to it, for at least ten minutes. Feel where tension hides and let rhythm loosen it.

Beautiful words and painting Kerri! 💃🌻
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Thank you Sara so much… thank you for the painting koodos too.. it’s all done now, that was still in the process.. it was a fun one and it’s a really big one.
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You’re welcome Kerri! I hope you enjoyed the process…fab outcome. 😍🌻
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I love how music can move us in more ways than one! Your painting is gorgeous and I’m glad that you shared it at the beginning of this post, Kerri!
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Thank you my friend .. hugs galore
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This is beautifully said — a reminder that movement is not just exercise, but a form of quiet self-expression. Your words capture how the body becomes its own artist when we allow it freedom, without rules or pressure. The imagery of breath as a brushstroke and motion as devotion is especially powerful.
Thank you for sharing such a gentle, liberating message. It inspires a person to reconnect with their own rhythm and let the body speak its truth. 🌿✨
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So good! 👏🌼👏
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😉😊thank you so much.
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you’re welcome! xx
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