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“When Quiet Souls Step In and Out”

Posted on by Kerri Elizabeth

 “Some of us love the gathering… and some of us love the gathering with a doorway.”

For sensitive or introverted hearts, long gatherings aren’t a sign of love, they are a marathon of energy. Stepping outside for a breath doesn’t mean you don’t want to be there. Leaving early doesn’t mean you don’t care. You are allowed to honor your design without apologizing for it.

The world has taught us that devotion looks loud and long. But some of the most loyal souls show love in quiet bursts of presence, fifteen minutes of full-hearted attention, an honest conversation on the porch, a soft goodbye before the overwhelm hits. This is love too.

Some hearts shine in the center,
others glow near the door.
One is not better,
they’re just different ways to pour.

Gentle practice:
Plan your “exit without shame.”
Decide ahead of time when you’ll leave, breathe, or take space, and let it be holy.

-Kerri-Elizabeth-
Tomorrow we’ll talk about the cost of celebration, and the pressure money brings.

“Where Distance Becomes Gentle”

Posted on by Kerri Elizabeth

“Not all distance is punishment; sometimes it’s the safest place to breathe.”

There are seasons when families fracture into separate rooms, separate holidays, separate traditions. It hurts. It confuses. It questions your worth. You wonder if you did something unforgivable or if love simply misplaced itself along the years. But sometimes distance isn’t rejection, it’s growth unfolding unevenly. Some people aren’t ready to sit together yet, and that truth doesn’t have to harden your heart.

Healing rarely begins in the middle of chaos. Sometimes it happens in quiet kitchens, long walks, RVs parked outside the noise, or in the hands of those who learned to love from afar. You can grieve the closeness you imagined while honoring the peace you’ve found. Both truths can live in the same breath.

Distance can soften edges
where closeness once cut deep.
Let the space become a kindness,
a place for hearts to sleep.

Gentle practice:
Take a few minutes today to bless the space, not the separation.
Say: “May every heart grow at its own pace.”

-Kerri-Elizabeth-
Tomorrow we’ll explore the rooms we cannot share, and why that is sometimes holy.
(This piece begins a two-week series on navigating holidays with truth, energy, boundaries, finances, and heart.)

 Echoes of Rejection

Posted on by Kerri Elizabeth

 

“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.

Stay True

Posted on by Kerri Elizabeth

Stay soft
even when the world feels hard.
Stay true
even when no one sees you.

Let them forget—
you remember.
Let them gather—
you root.

You were never made to vanish.
You were made to rise
from the quiet.
To love from the ache.
To see clearly
without needing to be seen.

Let presence be your protest.
Let peace be your answer.
And let love, real love,
begin with how you hold yourself
when no one else does.

-Kerri-Elizabeth-