Perspective

A Quiet Rebuilding

Posted on by Kerri Elizabeth

“What falls apart teaches the silence how to begin again.”

The shoreline no longer echoed with parties or engines. Lawns were trimmed, flowers clipped, boats pulled in one by one. The cove seemed emptier, though in its emptiness, a different kind of sound began and quieter, steadier, like the whisper of things piecing themselves back together.

There was no announcement, no grand return. Just the slow work of repair: a chair moved back under the porch, a light left on in the evening, a conversation spoken softly enough to stay contained. What was torn open by storms and shadows began to find its way into a quieter shape, though not without the reminder that everything carries its cost.

Boards reset where waves had worn,

hands rebuild what storms had torn.

Quiet hums where chaos slept,

promises whispered, silence kept.

Rebuilding comes not loud, but slow,

a softer edge to what we know.

-Kerri-Elizabeth-

Yet even in rebuilding, silence never stays empty for long, the next echo always waits just beyond reach.

The Cove Within Earshot

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“Distance is not always measured in miles, but in truth withheld.”

The sound of joy can be piercing when you stand outside of it. Laughter, music, the hum of boats, and it all carries across the water as if it belonged to me, too. But sound has a way of reminding us of what we are not part of.

It is a strange ache, to be so close and yet so far. A hundred feet. A breath of distance. And yet, it might as well have been a hundred miles. Because distance is never only about space. Sometimes it is about what is withheld, the belonging that is denied, the truth that is hidden, the words that never come.

I noticed how my body responded. My chest tightened, my breath grew shallow, as if the noise itself had weight. For a moment, I wanted to disappear into that pain. To quiet it by numbing it. That impulse startled me, not because it was powerful, but because it was new. The thought that not existing, even just for a while, might feel easier than existing with the ache.

But healing asks something different of us. It asks us to stay. To notice what rises, to feel it in the body, and to choose not to vanish. So I walked. I wrote. I lit candles and let salt water hold me. I chose presence, even when presence hurt. And in choosing presence, I found a kind of strength I did not know I had, the courage to sit with what is unbearable without trying to erase myself.

We all face these moments. Maybe not with sound across the water, but with the reminder of where we are not welcomed, of who has turned away, of what no longer includes us. The details may differ, but the ache is the same. The question is not how to erase it, but how to live through it, and in living through it, discover that we are stronger than the silence that excludes us.

In that, what was found, was a new silence that resonated peace, rather than questions or pain, a resilience that screamed, “I’m here, I’m you”.

~Kerri Elizabeth ~

What do we do when the noise around us becomes louder than the peace within us? Do we disappear into it, or do we rise above it and let it sharpen our awareness instead?

The Edge of Return

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“Once a path is crossed, there is no going back the same.”

The weeks have built like storm layers. First, the whispers, faint but insistent, pressing through the silence until the air itself trembled. Then came the shadows, lengthening across the floor, teaching that stillness is rarely still. Behind each step, a veil, a mask, another curtain drawn back to reveal yet another. Nothing is ever only what it seems.

Smoke drifted next, curling in places where no flame could be seen, carrying its warning and its lure. A door followed, breathing in the stillness, daring someone to open it or wait for it to open itself. And when ears leaned closer, even the walls betrayed their silence, exhaling a hollow breath that carried more memory than any voice could hold.

Now, here at the cliff’s edge, the journey gathers itself. Every whisper, every shiver, every veil, every trace of smoke, every hollow breath presses forward until the ground no longer feels certain. This is where endings and beginnings blur into one.

And the question rises: is the force that follows a who, lurking behind the veil? A where, waiting beyond the smoke? A when, buried in the silence, biding its time until the door swings wide? Or is it only the raw truth of an emotion, held too long, now demanding to be felt?

The cliff gives no answer. It only waits, patient and unmoving, daring the next step.

-Kerri-Elizabeth-
When the ground falls away, is it the body that falls, or the emotions that held on too tight to the silence that was never still? Is it the silence that shatters, or the heart that finally speaks? The answers continue to linger just beyond reach. Week Four is next to arrive.

The Second Veil

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“Complexity wears more than one mask.”

It’s easy to believe that once the veil is lifted, the story is done. The mask removed, the lie exposed, the end. But the truth is crueler, more complex. One veil rarely hides alone. Pull it back and another waits, patient, layered, almost mocking in its persistence.

Every revelation comes with its own sting. Relief mixes with dread: relief that one falsehood has been seen, dread that it might not be the last. The dance is endless. Shadows step forward, only to retreat behind new curtains.

Healing doesn’t mean tearing them all down in one reckless rush. Healing is learning to see the veil for what it is, to acknowledge its existence without letting it choke you. To know that deception thrives in layers, and each one you face makes you less blind than before.

Still, the temptation is real: to rip them all away, to demand full truth at any cost. But truth has its own pace. And sometimes the slow unraveling is the only way to survive it.


But what if cutting the thread isn’t enough? What if another hand waits in the dark, with a another surprise before dawn?

-Kerri-Elizabeth-

Where the Wind Lays It Down

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“The forest never asks the storm why it came; it simply bends, sheds, and begins again.”

The wind bends through the trees

in a language only the leaves understand,

a soft push, a whispered lifting,

a reminder that even the heaviest branches

can sway.

Above me, the sky is stitched in blues

deep as secrets in one breath,

light as forgiveness in another.

The pines stand like sentinels,

their green unwavering,

while some branches hold the yellow

of quiet endings.

Others are bare,

their story already returned to the earth.

Light slips between the gaps,

casting shapes across the grass,

the way truth sneaks through silence.

A bird trusts my open hand,

takes a peanut,

and disappears into the moving green.

All around me

cones scattered like unwritten sentences,

blackberries winding their own wild paragraphs,

shadows folding and unfolding

as clouds wander by

chaos and peace live side by side,

neither asking permission of the other.

Here, betrayals fall like pine cones.

They hit the ground with a weight

you cannot always hear,

but you can feel.

Left long enough,

the sharp edges soften,

they sink into the soil,

they turn to compost.

Not gone,

but changed.

And yet,

in the curated corners of the world,

none of this is written.

Only the polished pictures remain,

smiles framed without the ones

who bore the weight.

The heavy lifters left outside the lens,

while those untouched by the labor

stand centered in the frame,

as if they had carried it all along.

But the forest keeps the full story.

It holds the fallen and the standing,

the loyal roots and the broken limbs.

It tells me:

Feel the break.

Release the weight.

Root again.

And so I lay it here,

at the feet of the pines,

where wind can carry what I cannot,

where the ground knows

how to turn even the deepest cuts

into something that can grow again.

~Kerri-Elizabeth~

The unraveling, the walk through the parts of the forest no one shows on social media!!!