Sometimes love is the quiet allowing of someone else’s becoming.”
There is strength in giving space. When we stop needing others to understand us right away, something softens, both in them and in us. The pause becomes sacred ground, a place where truth can breathe without being forced.
Small practice:Today, resist the urge to correct or explain. Listen instead. Notice how stillness opens room for peace to enter.
-Kerri-Elizabeth- Tomorrow, we’ll listen in a different way, to the body that speaks when the mind is quiet.
“Some souls arrive to teach love by living it out loud.”
Forty years ago, the world shifted quietly and everything began again. The first heartbeat I ever heard outside my own was hers, the beginning of motherhood, of awe, of endless learning. She grew beside my becoming.
From her earliest days she carried calm strength, the kind that notices rather than reacts. She stood where others turned away, listening before deciding, steadying those who lost their balance. Through laughter, through challenge, she never stopped loving. She gives space where it’s needed, grace where it’s rare, and courage where it’s called for.
She has worn many titles, student, friend, wife, officer, mother of three, sister, daughter and in each one she has remained herself: brave, intuitive, fair, and radiant with a “Lovely” rhythm of her very own. She faces danger for strangers, then returns home to teenagers who see what perseverance looks like. She writes me notes that still sound like the child who used to pick me dandelions from anywhere. Time has moved too quickly, but love has never aged.
So today, the celebration is not only for the woman she’s become, but for the light she’s kept alive in every role she’s taken on.
“At forty, she doesn’t chase approval, she lives in the peace of knowing herself.”
“Forty Flames”
Forty flames now dancing, each one shining true patience, laughter, courage, the love that carries through.
A daughter first, then leader, a mother brave and kind, a heart that holds its center while giving space to find.
She meets the world with open hands, with duty and with grace, her spirit builds a safer path for every life she’ll face.
So here’s to forty circles, round the sun that lights her way, may every dawn reflect the truth she’s loved in every day.
-Kerri-Elizabeth- (Always a Mom first) Tomorrow, November opens wide again, carrying her light forward, reminding us that renewal is never finished, it only changes form.
“Healing is the body’s way of saying: I still believe in you.”
The body never forgets kindness. Every stretch, every deep breath, every meal prepared with awareness becomes its language of love.
Tonight, rest without filling the hours with noise. Let your body fast from busyness. Sip warm tea, breathe gratitude, and know that restoration happens most deeply in quiet trust.
The body is not separate from GRACE, it is its translation.
-Kerri-Elizabeth- Tomorrow, the body and soul will meet in motion, the moment before renewal completes itself.
How do you rest and what kind of things do you do to honor rest within?
“Change begins in gestures so small they almost feel like breath.”
One glass of water for every cup of noise, a moment of stillness for every choice. Rest before midnight, wake with the light, honor the body that carried the night.
These are not rules, only remembering, that wholeness begins with attending.
-Kerri-Elizabeth- By tomorrow, the body will answer back, with calm you can feel from within.
What are some small gestures you add to your daily routine to give honor your body?
“Clarity is not forced, it is revealed when you clean what clouds your view.”
Sometimes the only thing between us and truth is a film of residue, dust, opinions and fatigue. We can’t see clearly because we’ve forgotten to pause and cleanse the lens we see through.
Take time to clear your windshield. Maybe that means a quiet morning walk, a digital break, a deep breath before words. Maybe it’s simply washing your face with warm water and remembering you’re allowed to begin again.
When perception clears, compassion grows. When the mind stops reaching and surrender is felt, light returns.
When light returns, the view is within you.
-Kerri-Elizabeth- Tomorrow, the view will widen, and small things will become gateways to change.
“You are not separate from the flow, you are the flow.”
Inside the quiet current, the body keeps its rythym each cell a tiny chapel, each heartbeat a bead.
Drink from what sustains you, honor what you keep, for rivers never question the mountain where they sleep.
-Kerri-Elizabeth- By tomorrow, the water will reflect what has been waiting to be seen.
Have you ever just laid within a river, (a calm one of course) and just floated, felt the cold, allowed it to rejuvinate you while you surrender to it, its one of the my favorite things to do and EVERYTIME it revives me and shows me more about surrender and where that comes from. Your thoughts?
“Surrender is not a fall, it is a return to where you already are.”
Surrender is not silence, nor is it defeat. It is a quiet remembering that everything sacred begins inside. When the mind loosens its grip, the body speaks with a pulse, a breath, a whisper that says, you can trust me.
Begin simply. Drink a glass of water before the day demands anything of you. Add a pinch of sea salt for the minerals your tears are made of. Let each swallow be gratitude for the life that moves through you without command.
Surrender is an inward bow, not to something outside of you, but to the divine pulse within. It asks for respect, not resistance. It teaches that every act of care is an act of prayer.
-Kerri-Elizabeth- Tomorrow, the river will begin to move and you’ll feel what surrender sets free.
How do you perceive Surrender? I have been spending some personal time on this lately and I have some new perceptions and insights that have so divinely been dropped within, I would love to hear your thoughts on this subject as well.
“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 awarenesswith 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.
“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 he entered this life, the day everything shifted and began. The air carries him, the sun reflects him, the pulse of water repeats his rhythm.
He came curious, asking more of love, of people, of the world. He lived in discovery: fearless, tender and creatively honest. He touched chaos and turned it into courage. He touched pain and turned it into purpose. He touched hearts and turned them toward life.
Five years of Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia did not take his fire. It refined it. He showed how strength is not defiance but devotion, to truth, to kindness, to the beauty of simply being alive.
Even after his body released him, he stayed in every shimmer of connection. He taught me how to listen beyond sound, how to meet in the invisible. He taught me that creation is the place where perception softens itself and that is where we meet now, beyond the edge of words, where love becomes design and presence becomes light.
When tears come, they are not endings, they are gateways. Each one opens to the reminder: He is always here. He is not missing, he has only moved into the space between breaths.
So please, lets pause together for my son “Zakary Ryan” a breath in, a breath out and offer a thought, a smile, a whisper of gratitude for a life that continues to teach how beautiful it is to live both here and beyond.
Within the next few breathes breathe in love and out forgiveness, surrender yourself to more and allow grace to be your guide.
To all of you that have written in the last few days and have not heard any response, it is because I take this as a sacred pause for me and for Zak, I have been cleansing for 7 weeks now for this time, to renew, rejuvenate and enter his birthday with a celebration of presence and peace and extra space for our souls to speak.
I will be back to answer every one of you personally very soon. Thank you for supporting my writing and me during this fabulous month of so many wonderful inspirations and November will open a new series, I hope you to see you all there.
To my boy who became a man and taught me how to show up with tears and with laughter, all at once. I am forever grateful everyday for the spaces and places you showed me you would be and how to find you with more than my eyes and ears.You just knew!
-Kerri-Elizabeth- Tomorrow begins November, the month of carrying his light forward, where every new dawn becomes another way to say thank you. I LOVE YOU FOREVER and INFINITELY!
SONSHINE FOR YOU 