“Joy and sorrow are different verses of the same song.”
Light can touch a tear,
and neither need to hide,
love can hold the ache,
and still feel whole inside.
The heart learns gentle balance,
between the loss and bloom,
both can live together,
and share the same room.
-Kerri-Elizabeth-
Tomorrow, October will come to a close with a very special surprise, leaving nothing unsaid and everything to ponder.
“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.
“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.
“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.
SONSHINE FOR YOU 