awareness

The Art of Allowing

Posted on by Kerri Elizabeth


“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.

Blueprints of Light

Posted on by Kerri Elizabeth


“Every realization is a structure made of light and listening.”

Lines unseen yet certain,
drawn softly through the air,
patterns bloom from silence,
and truth is written there.

No wall, no roof, no border,
just space that learns to see,
that love designs the framework,
of what we’re meant to be.

-Kerri-Elizabeth-
Tomorrow, the structure will breathe, becoming motion instead of form.

Conversation within

Posted on by Kerri Elizabeth


“Creation begins where perception softens.”

In the quiet hours, dialogue unfolded not in words but impressions, thought meeting feeling, intuition sketching form. The conversation did not instruct; it invited. Every question was a doorway, every pause a room filled with possibility.

What is built through awareness does not need blueprints. It asks only for presence, for the courage to see the unseen and allow it to shape what comes next.

The cove mirrored this exchange, still on the surface, alive beneath, a constant conversation between reflection and motion.

-Kerri-Elizabeth-
Tomorrow, the dialogue will turn inward, where perception meets emotion and becomes knowing.

Between Breaths

Posted on by Kerri Elizabeth

“The pause between waves is where understanding begins.”

Between breaths the world resets,
the heart unclasps its fist,
pain and peace together dwell,
and neither can resist.

Each feeling folds into the next,
no moment stands apart,
love and ache share equal ground,
inside an open heart.

-Kerri-Elizabeth-
By tomorrow, the pause will expand, inviting what has waited to be seen.


Where the Waves Begin Again

Posted on by Kerri Elizabeth


 “Healing is not the end of pain; it is learning to breathe inside its rhythm.”

The lake was restless today. Each wave folded into another, never quite finished, never entirely new. The wind carried a softness that hinted at winter yet held autumn’s warmth like a secret.

This was the way of change, never abrupt, always layered. Emotion moved the same way, retreating, returning, reshaping what it touched. To walk with it required neither control or avoidance, only the willingness to listen.

Truth never shouts from the surface; it moves quietly beneath, guiding everything toward balance.

-Kerri-Elizabeth-
Tomorrow, the water will still, and in its calm another reflection will rise.

The Ripple of Truth

Posted on by Kerri Elizabeth


 “Truth moves gently like the ripples on the water”

A single stone of knowing,
dropped quiet into grace,
sends circles out to places
that time cannot erase.

No wave against another,
no clash of wrong or right,
just water meeting water,
and opening to light.

-Kerri-Elizabeth-
Tomorrow, the ripples will settle and in their calm, a new reflection will appear.

Reflections of the clouds

Posted on by Kerri Elizabeth


 

“What we see in still water depends on how willing we are to be still ourselves.”

The lake mirrored the clouds as they broke apart, white, gray, and threads of gold. Each reflection looked both true and altered, like truth itself showing different sides depending on the angle of heart and light.

Stillness revealed more than movement ever could. Beneath its surface, something continued to work quietly. The waiting wasnt over, but the fear of waiting softened. The waiting became an understanding, where fear disapeared.

-Kerri-Elizabeth-
Tomorrow, the reflection will ripple, showing how motion and peace can live in the same space.

When the Fog Begins to Lift

Posted on by Kerri Elizabeth


 

“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.

October Cleansing

Posted on by Kerri Elizabeth


 

“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.

Lanterns in October

Posted on by Kerri Elizabeth


 “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.