mindfulness

When the Body Says Wait

Posted on by Kerri Elizabeth


“A strong reaction is not a call to respond, it’s an invitation to pause, where possibility becomes clarity.”

The world moves fast now.
So fast that answers are expected before questions have settled.
Opinions form before understanding arrives.
Reactions fire before the body has even caught up to the moment.

But there is a quieter intelligence beneath all of that.
One that doesn’t shout.
One that doesn’t rush.
One that doesn’t demand certainty before truth has had time to land.

When the body tightens, when the chest constricts, when the mind races ahead,
that is not urgency asking for action.
That is the nervous system asking for stillness.

Nature never reacts this way.
The lake does not answer the wind immediately.
The trees do not argue with the storm.
Roots hold while the surface moves.

Presence is not found in speed.
It is found in waiting long enough for clarity to rise on its own.
In letting the noise pass through without grabbing hold.
In choosing to respond from grounded knowing instead of borrowed urgency.

There is strength in restraint.
Wisdom in stillness.
And a deep, steady peace that comes from remembering
you do not have to move just because the world is loud.

Sometimes the most powerful thing you can do
is plant your feet,
breathe,
and wait
until the answer feels like truth
instead of reaction.

-Kerri-Elizabeth-

“Joy With No Performance”

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“Joy doesn’t need celebration ,it needs space.”

Some days, joy appears quietly.
It slips in through the crack of a window,
through a warm drink,
a soft blanket,
a smile exchanged with a stranger.

Joy doesn’t require you to be festive. It doesn’t require family gatherings or perfect moments. It only requires room, a small clearing in your inner landscape where it can land, even for a breath.

Let joy be simple today,
a warm cup,
a slow breath,
a single moment of ease.

Gentle practice:
Name one tiny joy you experienced today.
Write it down. Let it count.

-Kerri-Elizabeth-
Tomorrow, we explore new traditions born from the unexpected.

“The Art of Becoming”

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“Gratitude is the brush that finishes every painting of renewal.”

This week has been a reminder that creativity isn’t only found in canvases or poems, it’s in the way we breathe, the way we move, the choices we make each day. Renewal is art in motion, homemade milk swirling with spice, a mindful walk becoming prayer, water remembering the words we whisper into it.

Each simple act becomes sacred when done with awareness. The smallest gestures, stirring, stretching, stepping outside, shape who we are becoming. Creation isn’t a single moment of brilliance; it’s the steady rhythm of presence meeting possibility.

Every motion paints a path.
Every choice colors the air.
What you notice becomes light,
what you love becomes prayer.

Let gratitude be the thread that ties it all together.
In every meal, every breath, every small awakening, there is a masterpiece quietly forming, your life, lived with intention.

-Kerri-Elizabeth-
Tomorrow begins a new two week series, a slow gentle walk through what is felt and less talked about directly during holiday pressures and family fractures and a few insights that may be helpful in honoring your own beat while honoring others as well.

“The Simplicity of Water”

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“Water remembers every blessing you give it.”

Water is the first medicine and the last. Before you add supplements or superfoods, add H20 to life, swirl gratitude into it, drink slowly. The body listens when you treat water with gratitude and appreciation instead of habitual. Sit a glass of water next to your favorite music and allow the moleculor structure to dance before you drink it.

Clear, constant, forgiving
it cleanses the seen and unseen.
Drink water with intention,
and you will feel remembered.

-Kerri-Elizabeth-

 Replace all drinks today with water or herbal tea. Add a pinch of sea salt or a squeeze of lemon for living minerals. Maybe today you add cinnamon or ceyenne pepper, maybe a drip of apple cider vinegar, maybe an orange peel or parsley, even a few slices of cucumber.

What will you try new today that will give you a new perspective?

“Your Morning Potion”

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What you create yourself, becomes your nourishment and in turn it nourishes others”

Morning drinks are more than caffeine or a sweet addition, they’re conversation within. When you make your own blend, almond or hemp milk, cinnamon, a hint of cayenne, or anything, you create the vibration it touches within, you are declaring: I am worth this attention. The aroma, the warmth, the taste, all reminders that wellness begins with small devotion.

Steam rises like prayer,
swirling through quiet light;
every sip a vow
to treat yourself right.

-Kerri-Elizabeth-

Create a homemade creamer instead of a store bought one or find a new herbal tea youve never had or imagined you would try. Choose spices by intuition; let scent guide healing.

The Body Remembers

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“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?

The Practice of Small Things

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“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?

The Windshield of Seeing

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“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.

How do you Clear your windshield?

The Empty Chair

Posted on by Kerri Elizabeth

Emptiness carry’s its own weight, that slowly releases when noticed and nurtured with love.

There is a chair that waits,

its wooden frame holding

the shape of absence.

It remembers the weight

that once pressed into its seat,

the laughter that circled above it,

the warmth that is no longer there.

An empty chair is more than furniture.

It is a witness.

It holds silence the way a vessel

holds water,

quietly, steadily,

until the silence overflows.

You find yourself staring at it,

wondering if absence

can ever be filled

or if it must simply

be carried.

And still,

the chair remains,

a quiet sentinel

for what once was,

and what might one day return.

Tomorrow, the echo speaks…

~Kerri-Elizabeth~

The chair sits quietly, but it speaks of more than absence. Tomorrow, the echo will grow louder, carrying the sound of rejection through the walls.

The Waiting Amplifies

Posted on by Kerri Elizabeth

Waiting is where stillness builds strength, meditation becomes a pillar and breathing is noticed and not taken for granted.

The waiting room is not a place,

it is a season.

A space where clocks seem broken,

where time moves at an almost still water pace

present, yet unmoving.

You sit. You breathe.

You listen to the hum of unseen decisions

being shuffled behind invisible doors.

Every paper shuffled feels like a wind in the trees,

rustling with answers

you are not yet meant to hear.

Waiting stretches you.

It teaches that surrender is not defeat,

but a kind of quiet strength.

A knowing that love can hold you steady

even when the outcome trembles.

Through the window,

you see clouds piling in the distance.

They are , layered,

behind them the sun keeps burning,

unmoved by delay.

And in the silence,

you remember:

the sun does not rush,

and yet it always arrives.

You whisper love into the air,

not asking it to return,

only asking it to travel,

to find who it needs to reach.

The waiting is heavy,

but the love is light enough to carry.

And not all doors open into light…

~Kerri-Elizabeth~

The silence is thick, the outcome unseen. Somewhere beyond the door, decisions stir. Tomorrow, absence itself will take its place at the table.