“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.
“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.
“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.
“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.
“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.
“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.
“Falling is not failure, it is a trust in the land.”
Leaves drift through open air,
no fear in letting go,
they trust the wind to guide them
to places they don’t know.
And maybe every ending
is simply a returning,
to rest within the change,
and shine in the revelation.
-Kerri-Elizabeth-
By tomorrow, the wind will quiet, and something long awaited will begin to form.
“Change does not ask permission, it simply reminds us it is always there.”
The leaves had begun their slow burn of color. Gold and crimson drifted through the air like small notes of surrender. There was no resistance, only rhythm.
Watching them fall felt like watching truth land gently where it belonged. Nothing forced, nothing rushed. Just the quiet understanding that what is ready to release will do so in its own time.
Some changes were visible, others unseen, but all belonged to the same cycle, light revealing what darkness had prepared.
-Kerri-Elizabeth-
Tomorrow, the wind will carry these colors farther, spreading messages of release and renewal.
SONSHINE FOR YOU 