Reflections

Trusting what we can’t see

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When you can’t see it, feel it, your heart already knows what fear and anxiety try to blur.

Sometimes things aren’t what they seem.

Not people.

Not moments.

Not choices.

Not even the silence that fills the space between them.

We live in a world where snap judgments happen faster than truth can unfold.

Where words once spoken by others can stain the image of someone they never truly knew.

Where assumptions dress themselves in certainty and walk confidently into misunderstandings.

But sometimes,

we’re asked to stand still,

to let the story reveal itself in its own timing,

to trust the unfolding even when our hearts ache for clarity.

There are moments when we want to speak, to correct the narrative,

but growth often asks us to stay quiet,

to let time become the translator between perception and truth.

We may be seen wrongly.

Misunderstood by those who weren’t present for the full picture.

Held accountable for choices not ours.

But even in the shadows of misjudgment,

our light still holds.

Our integrity doesn’t dim just because someone else refuses to see it.

Sometimes, we must live as witnesses

to our own resilience

doing our work,

living our lives,

trusting that what’s real doesn’t need convincing.

Because truth lives longer than rumor.

It breathes in the quiet,

and it rises, eventually, like the sun through fog.

Let people think what they will.

Let the unfolding take its time.

You are not here to rush understanding.

You are here to keep becoming.

~Kerri-Elizabeth~

As this week folds into stillness, the edge of tomorrow stirs with quiet anticipation. What has been hidden asks to be trusted, what has been blurred begins to clear. Week three rises like a shadowed path ahead, inviting the heart to lead where the eyes cannot yet follow.

 Echoes of Rejection

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“Love never fails; it simply reshapes itself and makes room to breathe. Rejection may look the same, but its essence is different.”

Rejection is not always loud.

Sometimes it comes as absence

a chair left empty,

a phone that does not ring,

a silence that stretches longer than the horizon.

At first, it feels like a mistake.

Surely the echo will fade,

surely the door will open again.

But silence can harden,

it can become a wall,

and soon you realize you are standing

on the outside looking in.

Rejection leaves a mark,

but it also leaves clarity.

It teaches you where love was conditional,

where belonging was borrowed,

where you tried to plant gardens

in soil that was never fertile.

And yet,

love itself is not gone.

It does not die with distance.

It reshapes,

becoming the wind that carries your prayers,

the river that flows unseen beneath the earth,

the light that reaches across time and space

to whisper:

“I am still here, even if we are apart.”

In this echo,

you learn that love does not need to be received

to remain true.

It can be given freely,

released like seeds into the wind,

trusting they will root where they must.

The ground is shifting again… and the house leans closer to the edge.

~Kerri-Elizabeth~

The echo does not fade. It sharpens, carrying the weight of what is slipping away. Tomorrow, the house leans closer to the edge, and the ground begins to give.

The Empty Chair

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Emptiness carry’s its own weight, that slowly releases when noticed and nurtured with love.

There is a chair that waits,

its wooden frame holding

the shape of absence.

It remembers the weight

that once pressed into its seat,

the laughter that circled above it,

the warmth that is no longer there.

An empty chair is more than furniture.

It is a witness.

It holds silence the way a vessel

holds water,

quietly, steadily,

until the silence overflows.

You find yourself staring at it,

wondering if absence

can ever be filled

or if it must simply

be carried.

And still,

the chair remains,

a quiet sentinel

for what once was,

and what might one day return.

Tomorrow, the echo speaks…

~Kerri-Elizabeth~

The chair sits quietly, but it speaks of more than absence. Tomorrow, the echo will grow louder, carrying the sound of rejection through the walls.

The Waiting Amplifies

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Waiting is where stillness builds strength, meditation becomes a pillar and breathing is noticed and not taken for granted.

The waiting room is not a place,

it is a season.

A space where clocks seem broken,

where time moves at an almost still water pace

present, yet unmoving.

You sit. You breathe.

You listen to the hum of unseen decisions

being shuffled behind invisible doors.

Every paper shuffled feels like a wind in the trees,

rustling with answers

you are not yet meant to hear.

Waiting stretches you.

It teaches that surrender is not defeat,

but a kind of quiet strength.

A knowing that love can hold you steady

even when the outcome trembles.

Through the window,

you see clouds piling in the distance.

They are , layered,

behind them the sun keeps burning,

unmoved by delay.

And in the silence,

you remember:

the sun does not rush,

and yet it always arrives.

You whisper love into the air,

not asking it to return,

only asking it to travel,

to find who it needs to reach.

The waiting is heavy,

but the love is light enough to carry.

And not all doors open into light…

~Kerri-Elizabeth~

The silence is thick, the outcome unseen. Somewhere beyond the door, decisions stir. Tomorrow, absence itself will take its place at the table.

The Stories We Carry

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We all have stories—
some passed down,
some passed around,
some born from glances never explained.

I’ve learned that the same story can be told a hundred different ways depending on who holds the pen. One person remembers the way the light hit the kitchen table. Another remembers the silence after a slammed door. Some recall laughter. Some can’t forget the ache. And none of it makes any of it less real.

What’s hardest is when the stories begin to live lives of their own—shaped by whispers, fueled by wounds, rewritten by those who need a version that comforts their pain.

Sometimes love is rewritten into betrayal,
connection into threat,
guidance into control.
And suddenly, you find yourself a villain in a story you never wrote.

There is a kind of grief—no, not grief, but a reckoning—
when a child is no longer allowed to speak to you.
Not because of something you did,
but because someone else needed them to stop listening.

Needed them to carry their pain,
to make sense of their own wounds by silencing yours.
And so, a legacy is broken, not by truth,
but by the stories others told loud enough, long enough,
that it began to sound like history.

And yet…

There are other children,
other souls
who are spared the chaos,
who find family in love,
who are given the gift of choosing their path—not out of fear or pressure,
but through the soft unfolding of experience.
They come to know love not as a tool or a transaction,
but as a presence.

That is the hope.
That is the beauty in this brokenness.

Because we cannot fix the feelings others are determined to carry.
We cannot rewrite their chapters.
But we can stop reading the story aloud to ourselves.

We can sit with it—not to suffer it, but to let it soften.
To breathe it in only long enough to find the lesson,
and then breathe it out
as something lighter.

This is how we stop the inheritance of pain.
This is how we leave space for joy,
even if some never return.

We do not need to resent them.
We do not need to chase them.
We simply need to be here—fully here—
with all the love that remains.

The past is not ours to fix.
But the present…
the present is ours to live.

Let the story pass.
Let the breath deepen.
Let the legacy of love be louder than the lie.

-Kerri-Elizabeth-

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Complexity and Truth Rival

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Complexity will show up as a blueprint defining you and your direction, truth will show up and unravel complexity!

~Kerri Elizabeth~

Truth escapes complexity

Uncovered, unmasked and unhidden

Meaningfulness demands authority

Consolidate emotions and thoughts deliberatly

Undefined by rejection, opinion or judgement

Truth and complexity will rival for mindset

Arrival and appearance are never delayed

Truth escapes complexity

When love has unconditional longevity

SUNSHINE

One of many lessons that have impacted how I see, feel and live my life. Love must have unconditional longevity to escape complexity. Where there are boundaries , conditions live, rejection and judgement reside and live inside.
Having the rules and boundaries defined and written for your family, career or marriage certificate does not exempt your life from complexity. It is the lack of courage to live in our deepest truths and thoughts, afraid we will be rejected, abandoned or fired that create so many rules we leave no room for growth.

I have heard it all, rules are meant to keep you on track, to add order, stability, protection and define a life you can follow like a dot to dot. Don’t go outside the lines or consequences and punishments will be handed out. Sure we learn from this, sure I believe we need it all to learn. However, the consequence resides already inside, the punishment goes hand in hand with the action.

It is in the awareness in the process of making your own mistakes and having an opportunity to grow naturally rather than forcefully and loved unconditionally that gives us inspiration to continue to grow.
It is not in the order or rules, boundaries and confines of ourselves or others ideas engineered in a dot to dot lifestyle that interest me.

It is in the awakening of our own consciousness and deliberate willingness to brave the elements and hear beyond it all that interests me.

The rest is a road map or a blueprint leading us all to the same place. Some of us are leaders and others followers, some manifest and some facilitate, some cry, some laugh, some process then react, some react then process, some support you and some will will transport you…..Some follow rules, some break rules, all have a purpose and all present change and all offer knowledge.

Do you believe in unconditional?

Do you think you live and love unconditional?

What are your thoughts on this?

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UN-Done-NESS

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Un-done-ness provides an opportunity and continuation to grow, an inevitable ever changing and re-arranging!

~Kerri Elizabeth~

 

Healing occurs in the un-done-ness

Nothing is done where healing and growth continues

Fire and winds

Inevitable change within

Detours arranged

Subconscious awaits

Un-done-ness

Whispering below the surface

Change me and rearrange me

Scatter emotional ashes like dandelion wishes in the wind

Transform weaknesses into strengths

Un-done-ness

Where epiphanies await

SUNSHINE

 

Un-done-ness is life, no matter what we figure out, where do we start and do we finish? It is all the foundation of a place you continue to grow. It is all you know, all you experience all that un-done-ness….. the beginning with no end… a continuation to evolve from every situation.

It is inevitable to change, we experience and learn from the changes or miss the opportunities it gave us in the deciding “I’ll never change, I am who I am and I’ll never change for anyone”.

It isn’t for anyone, its for everyone, we share this earthly place!

It is the resistance or control we hold (not to change)….. a resistance to inspiration we may not be able to reach or hold, a lack of worthiness inside us that holds us hostage from bravery and courage to be more than we are today.

Take a look at the world and what moves you. Being uncomfortable allows us to learn things we never would and always choosing where we think we most thrive limits our opportunities to grow.

Thriving doesn’t just happen where we feel bliss, it exists in the unknown or continuation (actually more so), in the un-done-ness, the stage to dance and the opportunity to be more than we are today, to add new steps with familiar steps and create more. Turn the music on and sing, dance and connect to the changes that re arrange us!

“NOT”, changing for anyone means YOU too!

 

 

 

 

Creating Stars

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You create the stars in your own sky, the reflection comes from the love you have inside!

~Kerri Elizabeth~

 

The craving of a lake

 Oxygen seeping from the trees

Breathe

Sunshine and the soul

Moonlight and darkness

Constant shifts in the breeze

Speak to me

Power in the stars

Mesmerizing from afar

How do they know where to be

Gravity you say

Maybe there’s more

Did God make it that way

Maybe, or he or she, or more than either of these, made it a different way

Can we see more than what we believe

What if the stars are all one light

A blanket of energy exquisitely bright

Creating stars

By the limits our eyes can focus at night

Are we planted in the universe

By a tiny seed

Growing only by the beliefs we think we need

Are we creating the view

Convincing one another

What is true

SUNSHINE