“Transformation is not an event, it is the whisper between what was and what will be.”
Somewhere beneath the stillness,
a new rhythm begins to hum.
It’s quiet, but it’s certain
the sound of what you’ll become.
Do not rush the unveiling,
or try to name its start,
the mystery is sacred
it’s written in your heart.
-Kerri-Elizabeth-
Tomorrow, a celebration begins, a doorway of gratitude and light for the next generation to walk through.
“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?
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“You are not separate from the flow, you are the flow.”
Inside the quiet current,
the body keeps its rythym
each cell a tiny chapel,
each heartbeat a bead.
Drink from what sustains you,
honor what you keep,
for rivers never question
the mountain where they sleep.
-Kerri-Elizabeth-
By tomorrow, the water will reflect what has been waiting to be seen.
Have you ever just laid within a river, (a calm one of course) and just floated, felt the cold, allowed it to rejuvinate you while you surrender to it, its one of the my favorite things to do and EVERYTIME it revives me and shows me more about surrender and where that comes from. Your thoughts?
“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.
“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.
“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.
“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.
“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.
“Light speaks first in a whisper, it does not scream.”
Edges blur, then soften,
light plays across the lake, like a fine tuned harp.
Truth reveals itself without demand,
its presence felt, while anticipating its conversation.
No hurry in its revealing,
no fear in what is found,
the heart learns to awaken,
to peace singing brilliant sounds.
-Kerri-Elizabeth-
By tomorrow, the whisper of light will touch places that once hid in shade.
“What lies beneath is part of the journey, it teaches us how we trust the unseen.”
Leaves fall across the pathway,
a softness to the cover,
they whisper with each footstep,
you’ve carried this so long.
The cover is not hiding wonder,
its revealing more is there, right under.
What is there is soon uncovered,
as the winds reminisce with the seasons of thunder.
-Kerri-Elizabeth-
Tomorrow, the week will close, and October’s cover will turn into October’s unveiling.
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