“Art is not separate from living, it’s the way you live with awareness.”
Each act, pouring water, stepping outside, choosing rest, dancing or swaying to your favorite song, can be art when done awake. The more attention you give to the smallest tasks, the more beauty shows up to meet you. Renewal isn’t a program; it’s an attitude.
Today’s masterpiece is simple: the breath you took on purpose, the step you felt completely, the light you chose to see.
-Kerri-Elizabeth-
Spend 30 minutes outdoors or in quiet creativity, draw, write, photograph, breathe. Let presence be the art.
Creation begins in the kitchen, the garden, the breath. It’s the quiet alchemy of noticing what you already hold and giving it purpose. You don’t need perfection, only presence. When you grind herbs between your fingers or pour warm water into hot cereal with nuts or seeds, you are making more than food; you’re making alignment.
Stir love into what you mix, pour calm into what you drink. What begins in the heart flavors everything you touch.
-Kerri-Elizabeth-
Make one thing by hand today, tea, your own spice mix, nut milk, soup, or bread, cookies, or something new. Let your focus be the main ingredient.
“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!
“Acceptance is not surrender, it is trust in the wisdom of what is.”
Autumn continued its slow undoing. Leaves fell without hesitation, trusting the ground to receive them. In that surrender was grace, not defeat.
Allowing does not erase the ache; it honors it. It gives emotion space to breathe, to teach, to transform. Happiness and sorrow can share the same hour, they are not untrusting of the other, but companions in growth.
The path forward wasn’t about control but openness, a willingness to meet life where it is and keep walking.
-Kerri-Elizabeth- Tomorrow, the path will curve again, leading somewhere familiar yet newly seen.
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