“Falling is not failure, it is a trust in the land.”
Leaves drift through open air,
no fear in letting go,
they trust the wind to guide them
to places they don’t know.
And maybe every ending
is simply a returning,
to rest within the change,
and shine in the revelation.
-Kerri-Elizabeth-
By tomorrow, the wind will quiet, and something long awaited will begin to form.
“Change does not ask permission, it simply reminds us it is always there.”
The leaves had begun their slow burn of color. Gold and crimson drifted through the air like small notes of surrender. There was no resistance, only rhythm.
Watching them fall felt like watching truth land gently where it belonged. Nothing forced, nothing rushed. Just the quiet understanding that what is ready to release will do so in its own time.
Some changes were visible, others unseen, but all belonged to the same cycle, light revealing what darkness had prepared.
-Kerri-Elizabeth-
Tomorrow, the wind will carry these colors farther, spreading messages of release and renewal.
“Light speaks first in a whisper, it does not scream.”
Edges blur, then soften,
light plays across the lake, like a fine tuned harp.
Truth reveals itself without demand,
its presence felt, while anticipating its conversation.
No hurry in its revealing,
no fear in what is found,
the heart learns to awaken,
to peace singing brilliant sounds.
-Kerri-Elizabeth-
By tomorrow, the whisper of light will touch places that once hid in shade.
“Revelation is not sudden, it is the slow kindness of light finding its way through.”
Morning came quiet but different. The fog that had held the cove in its arms began to thin, revealing outlines that had long been hidden. Nothing startling, just a soft unveiling, like the world remembering its own shape.
In that return of clarity was a gentle reminder: truth doesn’t rush. It waits for readiness. The same stillness that once felt heavy now shimmered with invitation. Leaves glistened with dew, each one a mirror of change already underway.
There was peace in not needing every answer yet. The unveiling itself was enough.
-Kerri-Elizabeth-
Tomorrow, the fog will rise , and what stands in full view may ask to be seen differently.
“Cleansing is not letting go of love, it is making room for it to move more freely.”
This week was not loud, or easy. It was a week of walking gently through silence, noticing what lingers and what begins to stir. The reflected stillness, yet stillness itself was full of memory, of love, of truths preparing to step into the light.
October asks for cleansing. It asks for a slowing down, to feel what has been carried, to honor transitions, ours and others, without any added definition or judgements. It invites strength through softness, courage through listening, and healing through awareness.
Even in silence, there is motion. Even in waiting, there is growth, even in absence, love is the presence that carries it all.
-Kerri-Elizabeth-
Next week, October’s stillness will meet October’s unveiling, and the light will not be held back.
“What lies beneath is part of the journey, it teaches us how we trust the unseen.”
Leaves fall across the pathway,
a softness to the cover,
they whisper with each footstep,
you’ve carried this so long.
The cover is not hiding wonder,
its revealing more is there, right under.
What is there is soon uncovered,
as the winds reminisce with the seasons of thunder.
-Kerri-Elizabeth-
Tomorrow, the week will close, and October’s cover will turn into October’s unveiling.
“What is hidden is not gone, it waits to be revealed in time.”
The path along the cove disappeared beneath fallen leaves. Yet anyone who had walked it before knew it was still there. Hidden, yes. Erased, no.
October does this, it covers what is known, so that discovery can happen again. It invites patience, a slowing down, an awareness that not everything is meant to be seen all at once.
Walking the covered path became an act of trust. Each step pressed into leaves that whispered: truth cannot stay buried forever. It will rise when the season is right.
-Kerri-Elizabeth-
Tomorrow, the path will clear a little more, what will you see differently?
“Light never leaves, it shifts, it softens, it guides.”
A glow in the distance,
its flame teases, dim then bright,
a steady kind of whisper,
that warms the edge of night.
It doesn’t chase the shadows,
it doesn’t force them gone,
it simply keeps on shining,
like a quiet guiding song.
-Kerri-Elizabeth-
By tomorrow, the glow will meet the horizon, and the horizon will answer back.
“Physical absence does not move love away, it shows us how deeply it remains.”
October always arrived carrying lanterns unseen. They glowed quietly, guiding steps through the fog, reminding that presence is not limited to what we touch.
The lanterns belonged to memory, to love that had shifted form, to a connection that time could not unravel. Even as years moved faster than seemed possible, love remained steady. Each flame flickered with guidance, urging forward without losing what had been.
The month is not heavy in despair, but rich in reflection. It asks for slowing down, for honoring what cannot be replaced, for finding strength not by resisting, but by walking with it.
-Kerri-Elizabeth-
Tomorrow, the lanterns will stretch their glow further, casting gentle light into hidden corners.
“Stillness holds the softest truths, if we dare to listen.”
The quiet is not hollow,
it hums beneath the air,
a gentle kind of holding,
a presence always there.
No need for sharp reminders,
the silence speaks enough,
in stillness hearts grow softer,
in waiting we find trust.
-Kerri-Elizabeth-
By tomorrow, the stillness will shift into a light that cannot be ignored.
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